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O.C. Bearheart

O.C. Bearheart

Failures

Where has all my goodness gone?
It’s far away from me
In a howling, swirling maelstrom
So much stronger than the sea.
In the safety of a whisper
Two shared hearts and minds collide.
Love is on the wing
But still I’ve got no goodness left inside.
Love is on the wing
But still I’ve got no goodness left inside.
Where has all my goodness gone?
It’s far away from me
Locked behind a hundred thousand doors
And I only got one key.
In the safety of her embrace
I can wait and I can hide.
Love is on the wing
But still I’ve got no goodness left inside.
Love is on the wing
But still I’ve got no goodness left inside.
Where has all my goodness gone?
It’s far away from me,
And the one who stands to heal my soul
Can’t ever make me free.
Peace of mind is hard to come by
When the rest of you has died.
Love is on the wing
But still I’ve got no goodness left inside.
Love is on the wing
But still I’ve got no goodness left inside.

#depression #romance, #selfloathing,

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