Today the sun burned away at my face and i just let it burn.
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Another angel turned her back on me.
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She folded her wings and hung her head.
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God you gave me this heart but I was wondering if I could trade it in.
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I wail and I weep for I can not sleep for I stare at the ghosts of my own design.
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Driving past the quiet steeples in the night.
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I harbor these tears in my eyes.
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She thinks she is hearing sounds in the night and I am fighting just to sleep.
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And I wail and I weep.
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The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
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And I'm just now trying to find myself.
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Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions.
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And now I've only a house full of regrets.
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Shatter the glass of my eye.
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And I will come to see this blinding darkness.
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And I've lost sight of all that is real.
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For I sit here alone. I write a novel of my own.
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And there are no happy endings in this tradgedy.
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The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
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And I'm just now trying to find myself.
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Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions.
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And now I've only a house full of regrets.
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Sometimes I am almost content in my sorrow.
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My ship is sailing to the seas.
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So wave and blow your kisses.
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Cause I'm not sure I'll be home anytime soon.
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I've set out to fail the world.
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I've set out to fail myself.
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I will dream the dreamers lie that everything is okay.
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When everything isn't okay.
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He says my burden is also his but I don't want to put this on him.
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Stare up at steeples lost in the night. I find myself so lost on the inside.
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And now I've only a house full of regrets.
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And as the wind blows it takes with it all the memories.
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And as the breeze blows I turn my eyes to the skies and hope for hope
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that this will soon come to pass.
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A Self Portrait
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
