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2 birds one stone


It's crazed the way Life can turn into these shades of grey Love can turn to hate, and take away the words we wanna say.. Apologies are shallow Ankle deep inside the ocean All emotions in a bottle thrown to sea and now they're floating.. Standing frozen like a snowman, It's the winter at it's coldest Only men with empty hearts without a soul could ever know this It's a funeral of feeling, As I kneel around the roses taking sips of liquid healing It gets realer every dosage And i see her! Yes! I see her! As she's laying in the casket, Filled with words, and subtle curses, that remind me i'm bastard Maybe it's my german blood, A product of my history, But raised with different values, so my actions are a mystery Or indeed they maybe arent Among the shadows ive been distancing, For years ive yet to see them, but i swear i think theyre listening, They dance across the ceiling, with antagonizing motion Til they disappear to dark with just another sip of potion
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