Fly Away with Me
What is this voice in the back of my head?
A Beat Withøut a Rhyme
Different drugs coercing my mind
Different thoughts all the time
What is this voice in the back of my head
Repeating the words
~I should be dead~
I feel this feeling no matter the time
No matter the drug no matter the high
My life a beat without the rhyme
For now I’m just dieing inside~
Brøken Winged Døve
Love takes time but what is time without love
A broken wing of a silver winged dove
Determined it might be to fly away
But time and time again meets dismay
For love takes time so stop and wait
Dont be so quick to fly away
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Open your mind and what you will find a mind divine not burdened by time~
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