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"and though the rain keeps falling down
I know the sun, wont wash away...."
I see my life through the mist of rain
I weep for happiness, cherish the pain
Because summer has gone, wont be back again
For a long time, grey days, months, years
I am less than I said, more than I portrayed
I left the party because you stayed
I left the party, I wish I'd stayed
But all you would tell me was that you'd prayed
The hole in my life, is festering, burning
Consumes the dreams that wont stop returning
From my nightmares, I cant help learning
The way things are, the way they always were
I stand up tall as I can, sticking around
Everything, all experiences, exists above ground
I talk to myself for the sake of creating sound
I kiss the chains with which I am bound
Pretty star, purple wolf, seaside hurracaine
I'll hide in a beach hut from the mist of rain
Pretty girl, fragile eyes, eclectic wrists, a dream
Neither you, or I, am what I made it seem
Neither I, not you, am how I made it seem
Pretty girl, backward wrists, pony tail, a dream
I am alone, I drink alone, because I am alone
Pretty song, sad song, listen on my own
Pretty song, sad song, you listen on your own
I presented as epiphany what was always known
I presented it as genius, oh, so overblown
I go back to my bedsit, and I drink alone
Pretty star, pony tail, red plastic hair tie
Can you tell the differences between truth and lie?
I'll protect you, from whatever you hate in life
I have a baseball bat and I have a knife
I may be clumsy, I understand, I may be slow
But I'll swing swing swing a heavy blow
I'll knock all of your demons down, they will
Shut up and cease and leave you alone for all time
Because I'll tell them to
I need you, I need you
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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