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W.M.S.
H.A.P.

Reliving the feelings, bringing back the pain
Like a stabbing knife, dull and cold
The hurt, when an angel can’t see
The ache, when barriers are in the way
Oh, to only have tried
I may have never died
Oh, to only have tried
But to myself I lied
Three times past, with no give
Stuck in the shit of indecision
And rotting the words in my mouth
Couldn’t express, the driving desire
Just let it pass, forever to burn my fucking soul
Lost whispers in the dust
A missing heart will rust
Such sweet and beautiful flowers
I gazed upon for too many hours
Torn apart in the whirlwind
Of a child’s wasted dreams
Never to return
But still to burn