Make Like Paper
some escape some door to ope
this path seems the blackest but
guess it's the soones
but there in the clearing
know you'll be wearin
your young aching smile an
waving your han
can't go with my heart when
can't feel what's in it
thought you'd come ove
but for some reason you didn'
glass on the pavement under my sho
without you is all my life amounts t
a final sleep n
words from my cuttin
mouth to your ear o
taut wicked pinche
from my fingers to your bitter fac
that i can't hea
i know tomorro
you will b
somewhere in londo
living with someon
you've got some kind of famil
there to turn t
and that's more than i could ever give yo
a chance for cal
a hope for freedo
outlet from my cold solitary kingdo
by the forest of our spring sta
where you walked awa
and left a bleeding part of m
empty and bothere
watching the wate
quiet in the corne
numb and falling throug
without you what does my life amount to?
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