I'm not scared of the world
I'm scared of myself
And this unlimited capacity
To self destruct
Any ultimatum
Isn't spared a fuck
If I could save you
And give you all of me
Id sacrifice my vices
And set us free
But you'll forever
Catch me searching for
Just a little taste
Okay a little more
Where love was once enough
And words were all I heard
Where hope wasn't scared to go
And tears were all I feared
Now lives one to many broken hearts
And an exiled mind.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2017 12:35
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Comments1
Passionately honest look at where we find ourselves just before the exile.
I'm glad you made sense of it :D..I couldn't, haha.
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