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Fuckindragons

Fuckindragons

bad vs. worse

what would you call 'bad’?
what would you say is worse?
admitting that you tried,
or admitting that you hurt?
 
in telling all my following
that I dropped your bum ass first
or admitting to me that you sold your soul
and you faked each promised word

Otras obras de Fuckindragons...
kill a man

you know what I say—funkit killem kill a man jah’ro be at the top tomorrow you gotta know your body
a smile

it’s starving out my center, wanin… away from what I’d feared, it’s dr… my pain from down beneath me, wait… for the pills to take their toll and my faith frames a shattered mo…
to forget

don’t ever hope to forgive, to for… I’ve been stuck in your thoughts since the moment we met not what you want, nor what you ne… I course through your veins
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thought

undeserving of what I gave just wanted to taste what I wanted… I kept telling myself I held all the reason you gave me some lines
home

it was more like a lake less of a moat waters rarely ventured sober in a lightly patched boat yet I tried to cross this body
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applesauce

awakening each morning she just wants to be sedated to lose herself in that mess of mi… where she’s appreciated in each effort she counts
 2
meshing shadows

creeping, it grows a bit too quickly, and he knows all these stones and every moan feel it burning in each bone and when he’s walking home alone
baby

baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?
supply and demand

the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
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your secrets

tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you my lies bare the truth of each moment I’ve truly despised if you tell me your secrets
however hard you fight it

she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion
so fucking wrong.

in a faithless race for imputiny I blocked all I found worthwhile… in a hopeless attempt for my weak… that I’m here facing fear on my ow… rather like to be free where I roa…
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who am I to decide?

is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…
I just shouldn't think to myself.

I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence
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creature of innocence

from the most beautiful creature o… to the most deadly being of sin she follows my thoughts so effortl… and the nostalgic terror within I remember the smiles, so effortle…



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