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Inside the inner workings, of my heart, I feel a monster.
It's clawing at my self-control, never can i let you go.
How cruelly the moon smiles, in clouds of haze.
Underneath our safe veil, can we be true to ourselves?
With my pick, I choose my posion, it's you.
It's worst kind of love, a slow burn into disaster.
Your never gonna free me, let's keep the glamour up.
Oh, you think you know, you think know!
Never open the lock, don't find the key!
Don't doom us, before it starts.
You won't even recongize me.
So painfully disfigured my soul will be.
So endless is our sorrow...and never will it decay...
How cruelly the moon smiles, in clouds of haze.
Underneath our safe veil, can we be true to ourselves?
With my pick, I choose my posion, it's you.
It's worst kind of love, a slow burn into disaster.
Your my posion, the worst type of love.
You tore me inside out...
We were doomed when our eyes met.
- by MademoiselleHarmonie |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/09/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- starstruckk vinyl - 10/24/2009
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Your never gonna free me, let's keep the glamour up.
^ I love that line. - Report As Spam
- Dark Devia - 10/18/2009
- Wow, That's really Evocative. Great Job!!
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