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i will speak of what a waste i am

how can you trust

i need a new beginning ive gone astray

all the pain and these tears

take the shame

dont blame me

don't wanna live a life thats compromising

id rather live for you than live for anything

for saturdays now gone

and your about to feel a rush of blood running down your spine

taste a dose of the medicine that is your own

i am better off to let you go

you wanna be real

but this is the way it goes when your a part of it

i want it all but we're dealing in process

are these the politics we create

im marked beneath the chin

youd like to believe that your the best

but i confess theres nothing left of you here

cant you see its dark

cant you see that its raining

ive taking this too far

and now it has to stop

ive taken this too far

and once again

im picking up the pieces of yesterday

yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead

yesterday is a promise that you have broken

this is your life

today is all youll ever have

the meaning of a callouse held in your arms

but you are too far from my heart

wandering souls captured my thoughts

i remember the way you looked toward me

and the way you drew close

with one deep sigh

i pick up the pieces

of my restless mind

scattered on the floor

our dead hearts beat as one

unravel tangles of my heart

this is what i am

im repeating yesterday

this is what i have become

my tears hold no weight

each day born again to be

the eyes of love

drained of its essence

to form again what lasts

remove from me

deception

i called love

the white shudders that enclose

but they enclose the boundaries of my heart

i hold my breath

i breath no more

and see nothing

in the silence i wait for what is real

i know the truth of my perceptions

control is dead in our blind world

were split from the inside

and shadows are our security

could i go back

back to life

i lived amongst the dead who dont feel

who become slaves to memory

the constellations of our souls

are imprisoned beauty

all along it was me who changed

morning now waits for me