my broken heart is slowing to a stop
so dry off your acid-rain tears
because you never know how long this can last.
and once upon a time
when my hands were clean of you
i remembered how to move gracefully,
how to smile.
and then i stepped into the mirror
and i talked and laughed
as i watched the walls close in.
so i kissed you in the rain that night,
the air was hot underneath your stare.
and as you pushed the knives into my back
surely, you would have noticed the blood
drying on my hands
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we can't stop here. this is bat country!
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i am not a signature.
not one bit
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nobody sees tears when you stand in the storm
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nobody sees tears when you stand in the storm
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nobody sees tears when you stand in the storm
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