your cheek Stand straight and imagine you then In the things and the way They could have been When the thoughts they race Across your chin here in the neverend
and bite your tongue You're just of the worst of me With the hope they'll understand No, they know you're just a boy So grow up and be a man Little
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats My body's cold and it thinks that I'm already gone Or is it in the way your body moves I'd like to
If hello could only drop its 'O' And it stayed in the front door's way Of your home, would you live there still? Could that make you everything I hate
night of your children's day Beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up Seal the lips of your voice with haste And cower at the sounds they
No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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it So why are you afraid of what you've done? No, what you've done, no Return to the dirt with this cursed affair A lever to pull upon and the buried
With the worries that I'd give her and she told the worst of me My wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze No, I'm not going to
I'll keep on pretending, I won't go Don't cry no more, boy You've got the other side of your life So ignore and move out the broken door and take out
let it burn But this isn't love There on the back end of forever I wish I would never hurt again And I wish I would never hurt again
knew, well now there'd be no returning Or room to mourn what we have lost And to wait while the willing As you, the hound of blood and rank And boy,
ties to shroud this body under the streets of this city And wait for the day, when I am summoned to walk across the face Well slowly, but clearer now in visions that play and
the things you once did and who you had shared them with, is somebody thinking of you did I bother telling you this, with the words that cross teeth and
Hello Hello Apollo Where should I begin?
They move too fast to be words behind your teeth The give and go of most of your memories But I'm not the one that they need pray for If I've got it all
Hell must know There have been worse things I've done I'll hold out these hands Receive the sound Approach these days Will we accept the things we must
this in fear With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son Who by fire I would come Through this wire I might cut Atop this tower of loss and lust