Eleanor

when passions' lost and all the trust is gone way too far for way too longchildren crying cast out and neglected only in a world so cold only in a world this coldhold the hand of your best friend look into their eyes then watch them drift away some might say we've done the wrong things for way too long for way too longfever inside the storm so we're turning away away from the name(calling your names) away from the stones(throw sticks and stones) 'cause I'm through mending the wounds of uskeep your thorns 'cause I'm running away away from the games(fucking head games) away from the space(hate this head space) of circumstances of a world so coldburning whispers remind me of the days I was left alone in a world this coldguilty of the same things provoked by the cause I've left alone in a world so coldfever inside the storm so we're running away away from the name(calling your names) away from the stones(throw sticks and stones) 'cause I'm through mending the wounds of uskeep your thorns 'cause I'm running away away from the games(fucking head games) away from the space(hate this head space) of circumstances of a world so coldI'm flying I'm flying away away from the names(calling your names) away from the games(fucking head games) of circumstances of a world so coldwhy does everyone feel like my enemy? don't want any part of depression or darkness I've had enough, sick and tired bring the sun or I'm gone or I'm gone I'm packing out, I'm no pawn no motherfuckin slave to thisnever lived never left never lived never loved never lost never hurtnever worried about being me, or anyone else not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything Packing out,giving up no motherfuckin slave to thisnever lived never left never lived never loved never lost never hurtnever worried about being me, or anyone one else not a care, no concerns, don't give a shit about anythingI need to find a darkened corner the lightless corner where it’s safer and calmerI'm turning away away from the names(calling you names) away from the stones(throw sticks and stones) 'cause I'm through mending the wounds of usI'm running away away from the games(Mother fucking head games) away from this space(hate this head space) of circumstances of a world so coldI'm flying I'm flying away away from the names(calling your names) away from the games(fucking head games) of circumstances of a world so cold View |
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