I'm An Open Book But Some Of My Pages Have Glued Together It's Like I Can Feel The Blood Beating Out

i'm an open book but some of my pages have glued together it's like I can feel the blood beating out of my veins while your fingerprint fades away

and every break up song I could ever write has already been written because all the love I've ever felt has been cliché   that fit something out of a show or fairytale   or movie (that didn't have a happy ending) and those stories you were taught as a child about stereotypes and the who's who what am I supposed to do when things can get so construed   and I have no way of reading anymore and every story seems to have the same ending while we all stretch and bend the truth and the things we hold inside while blurry thoughts misguide or help to get out what's on our mind next day, back to the same old grind

with heavy hands and a mind with wings let's see what a new day brings

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i don’t know what to do

i can feel my bones cracking

my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch

of happiness, of breath,

of even the smallest movements i have

that remind me of you

because how could i ever forget

no matter what decision i try to make

no matter how much i try to fake

it just through the day

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Slipping cigarettes Slipping in and out of time With nothing but a one track mind Watching all my thoughts unwind While I fall more and more behind

Every day seems to get a little more rough A little more tough With calloused knees and broken dreams What I offer just isn’t enough

To make a break To keep from breaking my spirit Pushing past my limits Spilling lines and spitting lyrics I’ve just got to make it one more day Just think of one more way To make things right and make it far See my name in lights like a shining star


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