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a childhoods end

well I’ve been down this road before, so I hold my hands up, i’m ready, i’m ready for the fall. but sometimes I wish it wasn’t always the same, yeah but it’s always the same, it’s always the same, for me. beautiful, she’s had her way, now I’m ready for the fall. if I could take it back, it would be so simple,now she’s moving on and I can’t take it.

howl

Now there’s no holding back, I’m making to attack. My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out. The saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound. I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground. Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness.

were not the same, no. were not the same.

smoke.

you say that I’ve been changing, that I’m not just simply aging. yeah, how could that be logical?you just keep on cramming ideas down my throat.
You don’t have to believe me, But the way I, way I see it, Next time you point a finger, I might have to bend it back, Or break it, break it off. Next time you point a finger, I’ll point you to the mirror.