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A Letter From Yesterday
03:26
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I can't let go of this reason, believing what you said
Beyond the one, they all came rushing in
Along side 4 years, a lethal dose of life
And it sickens me (can't find my voice).
Calling out
It's not the same
With agony that tears me limb from limb
To this day, to where we all went wrong
Answers escape me and I walk alone
To continue a story that has yet to be told
Becoming bitter, sick, tired and torn
Give me a sign, to know this is for something more
in frames, the way we catch the light
from streetlights on our sleepless nights
i'm trembling with new resolve
with reckoning, with rationing
i know i never had the choice
to whisper with a louder voice
a crowded house with anxious floors
a prison cell with open doors
I never had the choice
Another lethal dose
I never had the choice
I couldn't find my voice
The clock continues as it tocks and ticks
I need to find more meaning in this
Answers that may never be known
I'd let myself die, trying to find mine (find my voice).
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Salt Stained Glass
04:05
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concept sticks
through and through
lose myself
in thoughts of you
hold it deep, swallow hard.
quiet blaze, sullen face.
hold it deep, swallow hard.
quiet blaze, sullen face.
Nine A.M., (back and forth)
shining through (wears me down)
salt stained glass, (back and forth)
cold and blue (without you).
Empty heart, empty chest.
hold it deep, swallow hard.
quiet blaze, sullen face.
hold it deep, swallow hard.
quiet blaze, sullen face.
Nine A.M., (back and forth)
shining through (wears me down)
salt stained glass, (back and forth)
cold and blue (without you).
and i am learning to breathe.
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Lucy
04:03
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there's a couch in the other room
that we used to share when there was nothing left to do
curled up with the TV on
we let the static break into the cold light of the dawn
you sat on the floor, you were learning trust
like older metals that slowly learn to rust
waiting at the door makes you feel numb
when the one you're pining for is never going to come.
so many stories in your eyes
the ember whispers, then it dies
it cannot stand the test of time
in this quiet heart of mine.
and i swear if i came home,
open arms / open paws would hastily be shown
(and i swear if you came home, nothing would be the same
and i would certainly make it known)
(but i swear, this is not your home,
chiseled my body down and turned my heart back into stone)
i wish that i could let you know,
that we feel the same and it's so hard to be alone
(this distance will persist to grow,
and i sincerely hope that you will always feel alone)
(i hope in time you learn to let go,
because this guilt will haunt you and chill you to the bone)
it's so hard to be alone.
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it was not like this before
not like it was on your bedroom floor
you left me standing at the door.
you left me wanting more,
but you wanted more.
and oh, you have a beautiful heart
and it breaks in me
oh, you have a beautiful heart
and it breaks me
at the foot of the staircase,
echoing footsteps invite my heartrace.
gathering speed,
my veins braided in the Nine A.M. sky
never buried in death, because i am wreathed in life.
and now it all comes crashing down.
the dirt beneath your feet; no longer buried in death,
i am wreathed in life.
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