heavy limbs, gritty eyes
fights ending in ties
wrists that are too frail for what you have in mind
break through soul, break through skin
break through all the walls i've built
they'll catch you, they'll catch you
you've caught my eye
i've been you, i've been you
too caught in the lie
hush now, hush now, you'll be alright
ignore the warning signs
so you could fake suprise
practise that shoked look in your eyes
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Dust On a Butterflies wing was here! Thoroughly enjoyed reading your blogs! Thanks for stopping by mine.
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