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My heart is on my sleeve but I don’t let anyone to close to touch
So it sits there, rotting away, decayed and frayed
With nothing but fear to fill it
“Who am I?” I ask my reflection but she is just repeating me
Oh, it so easy to bite your tongue and keep up appearances
Keeping up with the false smiles
My body is failing me, it is showing my dark halos beneath my eyes
How long can I keep up?
(Chorus)
I am every ghost you know
Standing there, so pretty and tragic
My green light is on my tongue but lost in my heart
So close yet so far, and the eyes are telling time is being lost
Will this crossing only be “great” when it is done?
Breaking hearts and breaking noses, I’ve come so far
Only to learn what I breathe is toxic
Desire deceived me and I wish for all the “I take it back”
I don’t want you like I thought I did
I wanted your image, your beautiful façade
What I want doesn’t matter, you can’t repeat the past
Mistakes are guns and I am at the end of everyone
So aim well, and stop my suffering
(Chorus)3X
So it sits there, rotting away, decayed and frayed
With nothing but fear to fill it
“Who am I?” I ask my reflection but she is just repeating me
Oh, it so easy to bite your tongue and keep up appearances
Keeping up with the false smiles
My body is failing me, it is showing my dark halos beneath my eyes
How long can I keep up?
(Chorus)
I am every ghost you know
Standing there, so pretty and tragic
My green light is on my tongue but lost in my heart
So close yet so far, and the eyes are telling time is being lost
Will this crossing only be “great” when it is done?
Breaking hearts and breaking noses, I’ve come so far
Only to learn what I breathe is toxic
Desire deceived me and I wish for all the “I take it back”
I don’t want you like I thought I did
I wanted your image, your beautiful façade
What I want doesn’t matter, you can’t repeat the past
Mistakes are guns and I am at the end of everyone
So aim well, and stop my suffering
(Chorus)3X
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Again, old and crappy but this was kind of went over well with the band I was writing for.
It is based of The Great Gatsby and I wrote it when I was 14...
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It is based of The Great Gatsby and I wrote it when I was 14...
Comments?
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keep up the great work!