It's strange.
Surprise, surprise, sweet.
When hasn't it been?
It's always been strange.
Why do we fight? I'm confused.
Why do we cry? To give in, I refuse.
Why do we lie? Do we do it to hide our shame? Do we do it to convince ourselves that there's nothing wrong?
Why do we try? Do we try because we think we'll accomplish something? Is it really worth it?
Why do we ask questions we don't expect answers to?
I guess we'll never know.
Is guessing the right thing to do?
It's strange.
I've told you already.
It's strange.
I've never been ready
for strange.
My knees are unsteady,
It's strange.
My heart beats faster
painting a plaster
of blush.
Tell me you're ready,
I'll take you,
please, dear, hush.
Time is spinning
so many are sinning
It's such a pain
to watch the rain
knowing I'll never feel it.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PuisiI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
