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Writing - *tamika-dreama
Seem as I have a free subscription for a week, i decided to do some nearly pointless self promotion -
Photos from my other account - ~lona13
and a poem
Aliveyou play, all these games. that hurt me, inside. but you'll never know, how i feel, the pain you cause, its all too real, to me. but I'll take you back, everytime, because I know i'm stupid like that.Alive
(inst)
I love you, and you say you love me too, but sometimes, that love is a little hard to see. i try to, wear my heart on my sleeve, so you'll always, see the real me. but you cant, open your heart to me. i try so hard, i fight just to see your
soul, inside. your soul, are you alive?
tonight...
Greater Than Mehold back the hand, that holds you down. pull back the sheets,Greater Than Me
that blind your precious eyes from life.
untie the knots, that bind your dreams somewhere you can't reach, they're out of your hands tonight.
don't let them, beat you down. one day your dreams will be free. then you'll see they were always meant to be something greater, than me...
catatonic in your depression pressure mounting on your fragile frame life gets colder its growing ever so dull wish you could go back to life, when things went well.
To Remind Myself...For all of those, Who looked down on me, Who made me feel small, Worthless, Insignificant, For those who thought, You're better than me,To Remind Myself...
I, Make this,
To prove that you can, Hurt someone. To prove that you are, Just as small, Just as worthless, And insignificant as me. Yea. To prove that you can't, Beat me with your petty games.
I refuse to play, In your field of, "Superiority". I, Won't break down, If you don't care, Anything for me. I, Don't need your approval,
Empty RoomIn, an empty room, You’re finally, all alone. No-one’s there, to listen to you, And you, start to talk. You tell all, you’re stories, All, Your life, You can’t define what love is from hate, And it, starts to ache.Empty Room
[Instrumental]
Echoes, in your heart,
Of times, you fell apart. Broken dreams are, never as they seem, Fallen hearts, cannot shatter too far, On the floor, Of an empty, little room.
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