Why do you wait
For the sun to dry your eyes
When
Walking through a maze of giving orders
The narrow aisle so
There?s nothing like being torn apart
By what holds you, holds
Take your time, your on your own
And I'll be watching
Sculptors Hands
At work spreads thin Clay over frames
It's just what
Hey did you know
This room will fill with smiling folks
Who
The phone I rang
Your message picked up, I voiced my
Your tranquil eyes follow shady lines
Roaming through broken hearts and
Dawn my skin
Thinking of memories
In my yesterdays dream
And the truth
The party rages on that night
Thoughts trickle in my mind,
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