soul searchin with no purpose
what up peoples...
I wish I still had control over it.. or maybe it's the other way around
the other day found that I have nothing to show for it.
every chance I had at happiness I let slip out of my hands so fast
I guess that I am glancing back for that that is...
a girl who wanna see passed this mask that cast such a shadow
whatever happened in the past has passed, it doesn't matter
haven't you had enough of battles? you don't have to mask your agony
in bad theatrics and act as the character you imagined that you had to be
I see passed this facade of awkward smirks and distance
what will it take for you to see that god this girl is different
that maybe trust and truth came to life in the graceful guise
of a redhead with soft lips, big lashes and hazel eyes
an angels eyes incarnate that could stableize
and clear the cumulous clouded thoughts from these fateful skies of august
it didn't turn out the way he expected the distaste and detest
faded the second he buried his face in her neck and made him lay down his weapon
and to trust's out of character cus to him nothing is scarrier
than crushing these barriers... just cus he cares for her...
she may deserve something different, he has a way with words
but can't form a sentance fitting of what he wants to say to her
ignoring the thorn in his side he feels more normal and alive
when he catches her lookin at him in the corner of his eye
nothing in life reflects him the way her pupil do..
if he could stay there her'd be happy trapped, in her idea of beautiful...
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.
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