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July 23 Glass _ EyedeaI’m gonna run from the voice of reason till it turns to laughter
Against the masquerade like I don’t believe in the morning after. The chronicles contain a few hidden chapters We keep our mirrors dirty, incase vanity backfires. A cold grin curtains hunger pains and eagerness In one throw you could expose all of my weaknesses. I’m putty in your hands Kept my waves of burning sand Until you learn to look through a window no one else can. Poverty Charity Clarity Honesty
Excitement Class Falsely accused Misconstrued Anger Sorrow Happy Machinery Decisions Collision Instant gratification Thinking about you Programmed to destruct Obstacles What don’t kill me will just make me crazier.
I’m so filthy; sorry you had to see me like this. I sold you a lie, that showed through my eyes, And told you to cry a stained glass suicide. They slowly chisel down the walls we all hide behind, It’s only time before your secrets become weekend headlines. But I’ll be fine, suffocating on my own mask I just wish I could forget how to read between the cracks Perceptive Unethical
Digested tunnel vision Methedone Real diamond cut tested Resurrected and perfected By well respected professionals Head doctor Head hunter Scratch your surface Lost somewhere Accepted vulnerability Transparent Open for courtesy Notice me Your living in a world made of windows and mirrors
Lucid safeguards cover crystallized tears In and out different images same fear One day it’s going to shatter right here I’m living in a world made of windows and mirrors Lucid safeguards cover crystallized tears In and out different images same fear One day it’s all gonna shatter, and I hope your right here... See through my anxieties and insecurities
Rip out my insides Put them on display encaged Enraged and break the bottle that Ive Become I run I jump I throw completely Shattered fractured captured Glad I had the chance to be so helpless See through my Four-cornered window pain so plain and simple Brain is crippled walking through a maze When did I decide to be an object of reflection Crucified for all my imperfections I answered every question Peeling the tint off my confession Please close your eyes If we can Death to pride Let’s begin, im glass and Every things a dream And I don’t miss a thing Broken mirrors don’t bring back love They cherish image How do I look any given day You can kill me, if you rebuild me. You wont, she wont, he won’t I gotta do it all alone again good bye You fled, no one ever said there was any piece came out of my head I’m dead, everybody lies and plays in time before they're born again Wipe my slate clean I want to skate upon your pretty reddish skin Holler matrimony mope she broke and now we know enough about each other everything is shattered. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://mizstasia4.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!DD10F3C91286ACB9!1979.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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