| Make me a believer again
in the good in people's hearts.
I'm left here but disappointment.
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| Another Fine Mess
I never want to see this side of the ground again
Reaching up to pull me under
I'm trying not to let it get to me
I'm trying not to let it get into me
I never want to see the sun again
Walking in and out of me
I'm trying not to let it get to me
Lay down your restless eyes
Let go your carefree words
We've got ourselves another fine mess
Pick up the pieces of another good frame
It hits the wall harder than the floor
I never want to see this side of your lips again
Turned down and pulling me in
I push these two fingers easy through your chest
Put a stop to your murmuring heart
Lay down your sweet goodbyes
I'm trying not to let them get to me
Maybe then it will get into us
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| Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
- Sigmund Freud
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| There is never one reason for anything.
Mark these words: someday, they will be etched into every crevice of every brain, every crack in every lip, every stroke from every pen. Life is never cut or dry.
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