Night paints the ocean, when it's 4 AM
And like clockwork, the canvas sinks me in
Flying, fiercely, with no where to go
And the cold emits its own warm glow.
Rocky waters drive along the tide
Easing in to the Other Side.
Saturday eyes, and Sunday lies
The dream's still here, with morning in sight
I felt as bricks against the wind
Beside the road is no way to live.
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"Every man has reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has other matters in his mind which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But there are other things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind. The more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind." - Fyodor Dostoevsky
"It loved to happen."
"To them that ask, where have you seen the Gods, or how do you know for certain there are Gods, that you are so devout in their worship? I answer: Neither have I ever seen my own soul, and yet I respect and honor it."
All we can do is live in our skin, and what happens from there, no one knows.
All we can do is live in our skin, and what happens from there, no one knows.
Still cold, like the stars
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"I've always looked for the perfect life to step into. I've taken all the paths to get where I wanted. But no matter where I go, I still come home me."
"I guess I could go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go."
"I guess I could go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go."
You used to say your heart felt like a stone
Now everything you ever wanted is your own
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