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I was a Boy

 i was a boy listen on youtube or here I exiled myself from the outside into the void  Not to run away but to find myself  I thought & believed what I observed to be the difference there had been signs of crumblings & decay = I need to rebuild myself  To know me before I introduce myself to others In this strange atmosphere I realized that  I've discovered an ancient pulse  it’s found in every reciprocation  with born whispers from breathing souls  = reaching into every mind through grievances laid on walls    tagging through skin for best results via gentle touch and through these we find the divine that lifts us up And being alone I had only one place to search ,  further inward, down in the sub basement of my core  i needed a reflection of me to see me in the third person Am I searching for the divinity of god or the divinity from within?  it started when I was a boy and she was nothing in the void I was a boy a...

Abuse

 abuse  
listen on youtube or here

abuse  

Kiss my wounds & I'll digest your lies

delete all that's been done & let's start over one more time  

Grease the next promise under the sun  

Let's redo the nursery rhymes of Shoots and Ladders    

Color the eyelids for disguise  

change the name & sip from tears  

With a new set of friends to use

You have what it takes to abuse 

restrain me from the soft, feminine violence  

I’ve abandoned my soul when it failed you  

just the basic fact  

Follow me to where it hurts  

over here with bad company 

In a corner, wishing you to share my disposition

I'm at fault for not telling you

What would I do if pleasure were in my hand

But for now, your abuse is chewing chances away

I’ve been where you wanted  

Done what you’ve asked

quenched from your dreams  

I’ve touched your blues  

I've observed you on the horizon above

But that cloud isn't blessing my days 

The miscarriage of my birth from the womb of your tales

My buried sadness thrown haphazardly

How much abuse can I handle?

separated from your atmosphere  

There’s a new generation that breeds for fear  

Wearing gloves to touch you

cautious of your infectious loving  

And just like yesterday, I’ll spend tomorrow in reserve  

And some other days are up for grabs  

You see, I’m easing myself into having you in anyway

But you're surrounded & labeled all so clearly by your fingerprints

And I have a lot to mourn on my own

and plenty of wounds to attend to

cultivated from your abuse. 

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lyrics & vocals by azdi404

music credit: My Guitar by prod by pacatunes


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