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"The sky is falling again; it can be viewed through the glass.
Our subject is weary of holding back tears.
Grief constricts the mind of the patient.
Expectations are met with letdowns.
Anything else would be strange; strange and unfamiliar too.
He said he owes it to himself to not open his neck from ear to ear.
They hear his words, but they keep him fastened in his chair.
Defeated, tears fall like raindrops from his eyes.
Everything touched, leaves him in a fine dust.
He’ll wake up tomorrow and pick up the pieces that fell...and create a sky where the sun shines through the clouds.
Until someday, she will come to his side.
The only words she spoke were rooted in love."
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I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs.
I'd arrest you if I had the time.
I'd throw you down in the backseat as if you committed a terrible crime.
I’d break into towns worth of houses
and rob whole families blind.
I'd do it to you like you do it to me
If I knew you would get away fine.
I'd drown all these crying babies
if I knew that their mothers wouldn't cry.
I'd hold them down and I'd squeeze real soft
and let a piece of myself die.
It's hard to be the better man
when you forget you're trying.
It's hard to be the better man.
I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs.
I'd arrest you if I had the time.
I'd wait for you outside the courtroom and taunt you
as all of your appeals were declined.
I'd drive my car off of the bridge
if I knew that you weren't inside.
With the pedal to the floor, who could ask for more
a fantastic way to kill some time.
If you could lay on your back and be beaten
You could put up your fists and fight.
(You could try anyway)
It's hard to be the better man
when you forget you're trying.
It's hard to be the better man
when you're still lying.
It's hard to be the better man
when you forget you're trying.
It's hard to be the better man
when you're still lying. You’re still lying.
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To Cleanse This Heart
03:12
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When I gaze into the refraction,
I don’t recognize me. My shape is a fraction of what was.
I remember your last words. How could I forget?
Every letter, every syllable...haunts me. They remain as they repeat, resonating through me.
They remain as they repeat, resonating through me.
My consciousness.
The cycle continues and I wait for the blackness to dissipate. You are the only one that can silence the haunting shrieks of doubt.
You are the only one.
You are the only one who can save me.
Here I lay without a shred of hope to bring me to my feet.
My hand is outstretched one last time.
You are my cure....
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...Save me.
Will you save me?
Or will you watch me drown?
Will you watch me die?
(Drown beneath the waves of the storm)
I always knew what was in your heart.
How could I ever think that you could love me?
How could I ever think that you could love me?
Think that you could love me?
Think that you could love me?
CARLY!
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These Colors Fade Lake Forest, California
These Colors Fade was created with the intention of creating something musically unique through poetic lyrics/vocals, melodic guitars, beautiful keyboards, moving bass lines, and powerful drum beats. TCF originally was developed as a means to write and perform music in the downtime held by Keelan Donahue between musical projects. It has since become his sole focus as a musician. ... more
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