

Isn't worth a thingThe air tastes stale It hangs around to choke me I sometimes smell you in the pillow case No matter how open my window The breeze cant sweep your presence from the roomIsn't worth a thing
Being quiet and silent These are not options for me I am an outlaw in this hush-hush world It is not allowed for me to shout to the skies I am not over you
The fear is cloying, suffocating I want to learn to love again To move on and find bright new things You stand in the way I see you in the corner of my eye
You are in the cute shirt I wore When I drank
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There is no God, Nature sufficeth unto herself;
In no wise hath she need of an author. (Marquis De Sade)
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"That's Ridorkulous!"
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