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Carving through life with a varied decision
Writing your life with extreme precision
I guess the hearts of the world are locked up tight
Perhaps my skeleton key just isn't quite right
I'm tired of pretending to be so strong
I'm tired of having to wait so long
I'm tired of the pain that preoccupies air
I'm tired of the reluctant stare
People don't seem to understand
That to take your life from this land
Does not mean insufferable blight
It only means of truthful sight
Writing your life with extreme precision
I guess the hearts of the world are locked up tight
Perhaps my skeleton key just isn't quite right
I'm tired of pretending to be so strong
I'm tired of having to wait so long
I'm tired of the pain that preoccupies air
I'm tired of the reluctant stare
People don't seem to understand
That to take your life from this land
Does not mean insufferable blight
It only means of truthful sight
I love it.
And yet again, something I want to film and turn my visual concept I created when I read it into a visualisation film thing.
:)
And yet again, something I want to film and turn my visual concept I created when I read it into a visualisation film thing.
:)
Right, I have to think of something to say...erm...
Well, it was quite short, I s'pose. Like the title. {:)
Nah, 'twas nice Grix, I reckon this is one of the only chat forums in the World where you get stuff like that.
Well, it was quite short, I s'pose. Like the title. {:)
Nah, 'twas nice Grix, I reckon this is one of the only chat forums in the World where you get stuff like that.
Carving through life with a varied decision
Writing your life with extreme precision
I guess the hearts of the world are locked up tight
Perhaps my skeleton key just isn't quite right
I'm tired of pretending to be so strong
I'm tired of having to wait so long
I'm tired of the pain that preoccupies air
I'm tired of the reluctant stare
People don't seem to understand
That to take your life from this land
Does not mean insufferable blight
It only means of truthful sight
Writing your life with extreme precision
I guess the hearts of the world are locked up tight
Perhaps my skeleton key just isn't quite right
I'm tired of pretending to be so strong
I'm tired of having to wait so long
I'm tired of the pain that preoccupies air
I'm tired of the reluctant stare
People don't seem to understand
That to take your life from this land
Does not mean insufferable blight
It only means of truthful sight