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First of the Last What do you say when everything is gone? When everything you think or even feel is wrong? How do you explain your loss of trust, When the sword of your mind is covered in rust? If there's nothing to lose, there's nothing to need, And the look in your eyes is impossible to read. If there's nothing to take, why should you give? What is the point of life but to live? If you must hurt, do it with art, Because you might as well beautifully break your own heart. Is it life when you're living a lie? Why is pain greater when you cannot cry? If you must fall, do it with grace; Let the tears shine brightly on your face. What good is pride when thre's nothing to be proud of? What good is sympathy when push comes to shove? Make an honest wish when you see the next star; Your next true love might be just as far. Why is ice cold when it burns like fie? How is a heart strong when it twists like wire? Don't let go of what you hold dear, Not just good things, but pain and fear. What are you without your past? What are we but the first of the last? |
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Broken Okay here we go again I guess we all break every now and then But I cant see you go By now you oughta know All I ever want to do Is be in love with you I never thought it'd hurt this bad I know there's no point getting mad But inside I can't help dying Look at me and you know I'm not lying Lookat me and I know you can see I want more than just your hand on my knee All I want is to be yours I clutch my heart as its life-blood pours 'Cause without you I can't go on Without you I'm just the world's pawn An empty shell with nothing inside A stupid girl who went along for the ride And got dumped out on the way But somehow the pain won't go away Pain that remains unspoken But doesnt change that I'm broken |
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On and On The sunlight crawls across your sleeping figure. I close my eyes, And pretend I'm there. On a green lawn where you've never been, But I paired you with the moment I saw it. The gorgeous oranges and vemillions Collide in the sky, Creeping down to touch the marina. I breathe the scent of Douglas Fir, As I rise and walk barefoot on the sidewalk, Savoring the roughness beneath me. Your gentle grasp of my tiny, chipped-polish palm Is like holding a tiny star; Fire and hope held between our mismatched hands. The sound of our footsteps together, Is half the tempo of my heartbeat, And with the wind playing in the trees, They make a beautiful rhythm, That I just want to go on and on. |