Voices echoing in the night, while the fear sets in.
I try to forget the sounds and the smells.
Hidden in the darkest corners are the memories of the crisp, cold tile.
Staring down at the gentle curves of his face.
I try to forget the sounds and the smells.
The towel is so drenched that it drips from the edges and down his neck.
Staring down at the gentle curves of his face.
The scent of Hawaiian sunrise Febreeze covers up the malicious aroma.
The towel is so drenched that it drips from the edges and down his neck.
I cry away the worry: the anxiety: the horror.
The scent of Hawaiian sunrise Febreeze covers up the malicious aroma.
The hope drips down in the tears that have been wiped away by your hand.
I cry away the worry: the anxiety: the horror.
Keep me inside the bubble blown with the breath of his beauty.
The hope drips down in the tears that have been wiped away by your hand.
The need to run away has never been so profound.
Keep me inside the bubble blown with the breath of his beauty.
My mother screams with the deepest form of frustration.
The need to run away has never been so profound.
I will always be the plate of which she piles on her hungered heart.
My mother screams with the deepest form of frustration.
Crawling inside the cave made of thick, woolen, dark covers.
I will always be the plate of which she piles on her hungered heart.
Like the tiny blue buds that screamed “Forget-me-not!” as Adam and Eve left
The Garden of Eden, I yearn for her to notice.
Crawling inside the cave made of thick, woolen, dark covers.
I don’t pray—but I pray for it to fade quickly.
Like the tiny blue buds that screamed “Forget-me-not!” as Adam and Eve left
The Garden of Eden, I yearn for her to notice.
I don’t like to hear the relayed rubbish, but what more can I believe?
I don’t pray—but I pray for it to fade quickly.
Please keep near to catch me when my legs are shaking.
I don’t like to hear the relayed rubbish, but what more can I believe?
You always have the answer.
Please keep near to catch me when my legs are shaking.
Lessons are learned only once in a lifetime.
But, you always have the answer.
Hidden in the darkest corners are the memories of the crisp, cold tile
Burning through my soles.
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