repair
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I see your very tired
Life and love has beaten you down
The days have grown long and I want to hold you in my arms
They say hurt people hurt people
Raining on through the cloudy days
Staining the tainted window sills
Mother nature's song that played
Flashes that crashed through sky's
Breathe in.
It's two steps forward and three million steps back it feels like.
Just when I think I'm alright, something like a smell or an uncomfortable feeling bashes me over the head with its malice.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
You know the feeling you get when your
heart breaks?
But then after a while, when you
meet someone new, you can feel
your heart being "stitched together"
again?
Well, when you get stitches, you're only
There are broken things in this world
Things torn assunder by apposing forces
And in the end
Someone, somewhere, always wants to fix it
No matter how small
Or how large
There's a smiling human
