I’m the broken heart of a thousand little kids
Who never found out how to stand up strong
I’m made of perversions denied
Just a mild obsession with fearing repercussions
‘Cause it’s a bad kind of day when your love is a weapon.
I’m the crying eyes of a thousand little kids
Who never saw through the bullshit for long
I’m full of lies realigned
Just a frantic conclusion drawn from bad news
‘Cause it’s a bad kind of mile in these beaten up shoes
I’m the missed chance of a thousand little kids
Who never could tell the right from the wrong
I’m in the past undefined
Just an opportune moment that passed them by
‘Cause it’s a bad kind of life when you never know why













Comments
It reminded me of this tool song, Crawl Away:
"I can see your
back is turning.
If I could I'd
stick the knife in.
This is love.
This is my love for you. "
Destructive love sucks.
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY OH WONT YA PLEASE TAKE ME HOME
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