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Good heaven, why do you reject me?
Why do you take my hands to protect me?
I'm just fine right now.
I'm not lying next to you so you can't hold me,
I had forgiven you that moment you told me...
You're not sorry, somehow...
My innocence is golden,
But it's the pride I'm holding,
That wasn't meant for your words to kill,
You're home again and I can eat,
But it's this delicate frame I can't beat,
With the hands that can only seem heal,
In front of the store that sold my soul,
There's nothing inside me to get cold,
I'm okay for now...
Bitter and twisted with words of fate,
Is it the words or is it yourself you hate?
You love me, somehow...
My innocence is golden,
But it's the pride I'm holding,
That wasn't meant for your words to kill,
You're home again and I can eat,
But it's this delicate frame I can't beat,
With the hands that can only seem heal,
In an instant you could be gone,
You don't realize it, but it'll happen,
In a second I'll be gone,
And be there when it happens,
I need to see you.
My innocence is golden,
But it's the pride I'm holding,
That wasn't meant for your words to kill,
You're home again and I can eat,
But it's this delicate frame I can't beat,
With the hands that can only seem heal,
Why do you take my hands to protect me?
I'm just fine right now.
I'm not lying next to you so you can't hold me,
I had forgiven you that moment you told me...
You're not sorry, somehow...
My innocence is golden,
But it's the pride I'm holding,
That wasn't meant for your words to kill,
You're home again and I can eat,
But it's this delicate frame I can't beat,
With the hands that can only seem heal,
In front of the store that sold my soul,
There's nothing inside me to get cold,
I'm okay for now...
Bitter and twisted with words of fate,
Is it the words or is it yourself you hate?
You love me, somehow...
My innocence is golden,
But it's the pride I'm holding,
That wasn't meant for your words to kill,
You're home again and I can eat,
But it's this delicate frame I can't beat,
With the hands that can only seem heal,
In an instant you could be gone,
You don't realize it, but it'll happen,
In a second I'll be gone,
And be there when it happens,
I need to see you.
My innocence is golden,
But it's the pride I'm holding,
That wasn't meant for your words to kill,
You're home again and I can eat,
But it's this delicate frame I can't beat,
With the hands that can only seem heal,
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Literature
Tied Noose
Tied noose around my neck.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
Literature
Lost
I sit here alone, blaming others
When in fact it's me as well
I try and try
but nothing ever changes
Progress made
Is soon reset
Alone then
Alone now
Alone forever
I try and I try
To Be happy
to be content
To be....Me
But nothing ever changes
the same hope
the same dreams
all the same
hope is cruel and dreams are fleeting
I try
I try
but nothing ever changes
I blame other
I blame myself
Only myself to blame
Only myself
Nothing ever changes
I try and I'm alone
Literature
Maiden of the Grove
It was hundreds of years ago, a tale of ol'e, as they say, but still it is written and sung by the men of Eländale. It is a tale of two souls, forests and shadows, as are all tales of the North. It bears many names, but for now we will settle for the simplest : the maiden of the grove.
It began in a village far from all, in the depths of the Shroudwald where mist lies - a cursed place in a cursed land. In those times sunlight still fell on its soil, and men lived from the hunt and fruits it bore. In the bushes now bare and the meadows now lifeless still grew plants of many shapes and kinds, daisies and milkweed where now grows only thor
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I wrote this like a few days ago. I felt the need to post it then... but I didn't get the chance to. This is one of those sets of lyrics that I can just hear the music to. It makes me happy.
I noticed my style has changed a little in the past two months. I didn't write anything that was worth posting. But I like this one... and the other one I posted not so long ago.
I love you.
I wrote this like a few days ago. I felt the need to post it then... but I didn't get the chance to. This is one of those sets of lyrics that I can just hear the music to. It makes me happy.
I noticed my style has changed a little in the past two months. I didn't write anything that was worth posting. But I like this one... and the other one I posted not so long ago.
I love you.
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You say - there's meaning behind each line - which makes it hard to give any constructive comment. Not that I'm any good when it comes to song lyrics - and I'm so sorry I didn't get round to reading this before - I'm rubbish.