Ungrateful
unfaithful
a blade on my thigh
but it's all lies
he told me no
my love was low
where'd you go
you looked in my eyes
i knew i saw that light
so rare
but i saw it with me through my every fight
disappointment in myself darkened my light
i got in that boat
and i fought that fight
my all time low threw me down
i should've known
you were always my renown
i could always hear your voice
but listening was always a choice
listen
and stop using my voice.
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Comments1
We all seem to have that voice that drags us down to a demise by our own hand, but listening is what defines us.
yes sirrr : )
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