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Don’t Believe
Don’t believe in God anymore. Don’t believe in what I can not see. Don’t believe in what I’m told anymore. Have no other reason to be. Don’t believe in heaven and hell. Just empty light years of nothing, and hot rock underfoot. Don’t believe in love and hate. It all takes too much and gives so little. Don’t believe there a reason to change, it’s a tightrope over this world, don’t rock it, don’t slip. Don’t believe I deserve another chance. Fucking up is in my plans. Don’t believe in wasting time sitting back a slave to my mind. Don’t want to age, don’t want to stay young. Don’t want to see clear, then there’s no going back. Don’t want to eat my heart out, don’t want it to grow mold. Don’t want you to feel sorry, or tell me it’s all over.
I just want peace of mind, to wake up and know what’s mine. To reach out and feel what’s there, to fall down again and again and not care. I just want to be free, from the weight and the fears. To be free from the heavy heavy heart, and wipe clean those sad sad years. I just want to strip down to all I need to get by, rid myself of all the useless worry forcing me to believe.
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Light’s Changing
Don’t stare at the ground if you can reach for the sky.
Would you stop dreaming if it became too hard to try?
You can’t raise your head when your own hands hold you down. Why force yourself into a skin that never felt right anyway? Lies will become truth if they’re all you ever hear. Don’t believe that you can never be anything more than you are. Don’t believe that this is as far as you can go. You’re probably settling for less than you deserve right now. Let no one tell you how to feel, let no one tear your world down.
Listen to yourself, those words are there for a reason.
Don’t lead with your head, don’t lead with you heart, meet somewhere in between instead. Stand where the sun never sets, let no one reign over you.
Never give it away for less, such a beautiful face don’t let it go to waste. Pride is worth every cent, greed just leaves you broke. Sometimes losing things can help you find things you forgot you even had.
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Puddle Of Light
Hey there listen, what’s that sound? Love is calling, it’s dancing all around. Echoing off the walls, catching fire and lighting up the halls. Have you ever seen the sunrise in someone’s eyes? Or made a wish that your dream would come true? Did you stay up all night anticipating that first shiver that starts it all?
Hey lonely heart you’re about to be born again. Love is being sent to help you believe and to relieve the aching that you feel. It’s not hard to find, not far away, like the same old road you travel everyday. Have you ever stopped to look?
Or looked not trying to find? Eventually it finds you.
Hey you with the sad eyes. Love is calling and you don’t realize. Tapping like thunder at your door, flowing with the cure for the aching that you feel. Have you ever felt someone’s heartbeat on your skin while you sleep? Have you held onto your faith when others abandoned it? It all comes back if you wait.
Hey you with the love in your eyes it’s been awhile. You’ve gone full circle and reunited with an old friend. You’ve been a prisoner, you’ve been in chains, but it’s overdue, the hands that release you. Did you forget? It’s been so long since you sang a happy song. You stopped looking and it found you. When your world is darkest love will come and see you through.
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The Last Time I Was High
I can’t remember the last time I was high. Like the aftertaste of love gone wrong, the buzz has all worn off. December rain, cold and blue it runs through, tears made of ice with nowhere to go. I can’t remember the last time I was free. Like floating on a cloud with everyone looking up at me. I can’t remember closing my eyes to escape, or when a prayer was my only conversation. It should have shone when I was alone, begging for the rush of a comatose state.
I can’t remember the last time I was high. If I did, I would have held onto it. Like the first touch of a love still new, I’d drink until I was thirsty again. Fog and mist, do I still exist? Sometimes I may be the only one here. Memories fade, memories die, like the skeletons we carry and the secrets we hide. I can’t remember there being so few colors in the rainbow, or when just one word could break my back.
I can’t remember the last time I was high. The room still spins, but the earth isn’t turning, it’s resting on my head. Could it be real, must I touch it if I want to feel? Am I really low? Am I upside down? Did everyone else just float away? Could someone say they understand, walk in my shoes, living this life hand in hand? Or am I high on sadness? Too lost in myself to see I’ve risen right out of the atmosphere?
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