

Till the sun sets.He was wild and free, Like a sparrow in the field, He flapped his wings,Till the sun sets.
And he flew away, And he never came back.
Like a soft sweet breeze, She brushed past him, He was blown away, Clearly as he was, On a hot summer day, The one with a jacket.
Again and again and again, He waits for her again, Alone waiting in darkness,
With a tiny gleaming hope, He held on.
Because he believe, She'll come back to him,
Like the moon always appear, Till the sun sets again.
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He heard it again.He heard it again That sweet melody (The world is crazy)He heard it again.
Dub, dub. He heard it again,
It was slow, dreadful, Yet so fast and upbeat, its insane It was sweet and peaceful, Yet loud and boisterous, hes in pain His mind its coming back, His unknown secret, his once little fling, The girl she met in the track. Now those memories came back its haunting.
Dub, dub. He heard it again.
Those low, plucking tune, Sweet, gentle sound,
That tune, its ending soon. Dont stop, d


Double BassDouble bass low, heavy tunes. (It was never heard again)Double Bass
She wrote a song, For her double bass, Not very long, And not at fast pace. It was for a boy,
Her source of joy Dub, dub, Her heart beating, She saw her boy, Her heart was joy
But he wasnt holding her hands, His was on anothers, She dropped what she penned. As those music notes disappear. Dub, dub, Her heart beating, Thoughts flashed,
Eyes swelled, Tears flowed, Dub, dub, Her heart beating, Confused and lost,
She fell, &n


Ugly Little PrettyUgly faceUgly Little Pretty
Ugly soul Ugly hands Ugly voice An Ugly mind With Ugly thoughts Where Ugly daydreams run amok
But you wont know till I reach my full Ugly potential Like a freak show youll be amazed Close the curtains, thats enough
Nothing to see here, so move along Always look but never touch Afraid youll catch the Ugly. Are you sick? Im not surprised. Turn away and try not to gag, cover your eyes and ears and heart
Cause you wont be able to stand my Ugly self Ugly love from Ugly hate Ugly shame U


Angels"I'm a small fish," she says, "stuck in this small ocean. And outside that door? Outside is air--dirty, filthy yellow air, suffused in smog and sweat and sin, and it's all I want to breathe.Angels
"So I go and I leave the water. I evolve and crawl onto land, and I breathe, and I choke, and when I can't breathe anymore I crawl back into the sea. I'm a small fish. And outside is air, and outside is death."
She's been renting the motel room for half a year now, and she says she's never strayed far. She's on the ground, sitting up against the far wall opposite the window, and the late afternoon sun shining through the vertica
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I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broken you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it!
Red button and we'll all go
I didn't read all of everything you've posted, but what I did read was very good.
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