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I Used To Pray
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please please please look at this peice, Roses Die
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roses die
flash bangs in the corners, of my blacked out white fangs the night hangs, drifts over the light gangs, mood swangs(swings) bed covers pulled high, coverin up my face feel safe in a place, that aces couldnt escape missplaced, food for the mind im disgraced that the taste of my soul has left my throat chafed faith or not faith, like waste or no waste super glued with paste, im mostly held together by haste just in case, my mind gets chased footholds and starter guns i can run open mindedly, with the truth told lets start the harder fun girls lie, fireflys, pass on and roses die violets to, every thing remains true no need to try hide sometimes, in bed i lye, and you wonder why? i wanna die to the pleaser of my open crys i wanna fight off multiple beasts at night in the light i guide whats not treated right with nearsight, i controll the hands of time turn a tic tock to a tic tac and get charged of multiple crimes lost rhymes, shouled i express my self? lost times, light the candals on the shelf and now u feel what u felt, filth and worry about your health hard times have been dealt with, all i worry about is my self solid and hollow, listin and follow cape against my back, my words are not easy to swollow girls lie, fireflys, pass on and roses die violets to, every thing remains true no need to try hide sometimes, in bed i lye, and you wonder why? i wanna die to the pleaser of my open crys i once received a rose, petals were red, stem green i put in a vase and cared for it like seller to his pheens and yet it died, all beautiful things come to an end life can be over, no way out no unexpected bends u follow the trends of whats in u only get 1 life, and u decide not to sin perfect roses, complete with the thorns represents life, lovely life with its turns that leave ya torn an unborn child, living up to representation leading to guilt under certain situaions and the thorns puncture while ur soul ruptures corupted by a rose and its dead now, no cure for infedelity at a young age, things die things turn old remain strong, remain there, remain smart, remain bold girls lie, fireflys, pass on and roses die violets to, every thing remains true no need to try hide sometimes, in bed i lye, and you wonder why? i wanna die to the pleaser of my open crys
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