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The Tongue

I’m not just a small part of your body

I’m more than what you know

I’m a double-edged sword

I’m not cruel, I’m merciful

I’m not mean, I’m honest

I hold the power you can’t control

I translate your thoughts into words

I paint with it to create your world

Shall it be a world of lies and deceptions

Or a world of honesty and truthfulness

Only your words will set the cours...

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Stage Lights

I walk up the stage to preform

I stand in front of the enormous crowd

A bright light shining at me

I open my mouth but nothing comes out

I look around for you among the crowd

But you're not there, you're far away

So I walk down memory lane with a heart full of pain

Hearing your voice again is the only thing keeping me sane

Your voice, oh how I miss your voice

It made me ...

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Red

 

Red, Red, Red

She's wearing red

Red lipstick, red dress

She's asking what's in your head

I answer her question with a question

am i better off dead

Yes is what she said

You're misread, you're mislead

You're only hanging by a thread

So take the pills and let the suffer end

A knock on the door followed by my mother's head

Asking are you ready yet

I answer jus...

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Breathe

 

Breathe

Is what I do to find serenity when my world crashes

down on me like furious waves in the ocean

Breathe,

Is what I do to escape the chaos and find the calm

Breathe,

Is what I do to inhale the good and exhale the bad

Breathe,

Is what I do to exist in life

Breathe, Just breathe

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Two sides,one coin

She's  wearing white, she's wearing black

Her hair bright as day, her hair dark as night

She's the light, she's the dark

She's the virtue, she's the sin

She's the good, she's the bad

She's the angel, she's the devil

Two sides of one coin

Is what she is.

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Canvas of lies

My soul, A blank canvas

My lies, the paint

My tongue, the brush

As my tongue lies, the brush paints

Endless lies rolling out of my tongue

lie after lie, the canvas is done

I stare at what's looking back at me

The old me that I used to be

With a look in her eyes that says I can no longer be

that's what my lies had done and made me become

the soul of a liar that can't b...

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