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Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor blade
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
Broken AngelI fell in love with a broken girl
An angel long fallen from grace
Her wings gone limp, her soul empty
The ghosts of tears on her face
The scars on her arms told the story
of battles she long ago lost
Etched in her eyes was the pain
hidden behind blue was the cost
I took the broken angel before me
and kissed every scar on her arm
And though I am far from a hero
I promised to protect her from harm
Together we'll face down her demons
No longer will she fight alone
Slowly her heart will grow stronger
Protected now by my own
Lock and KeySometimes a heart is under lock and key
Sometimes there is more to a person than what you see
And how might you find a key to a heart?
Would you even know where you should start?
If it was me I would look for the soul
There you might find what makes them whole
Wait to see the colours that shine true
You might find that they open up to you
Take you time, have patience, be gentle and kind
Not all keys are so easy to find
Some keys are lost in history
Some keys are just a mystery
Take time to learn and see who they are
Take your time to show that you really care
You might just see there's more to them than what you see
And even find a heart shaped key
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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