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It's Only Beauty
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I can hear the others
Their voices echo off these hallowed
-walls
no
cold flesh of mine
I can hear them
and I know your not in the crowd
Not waiting
waiting for me to pick myself up
or cleaned up
But God the pain!
The workings of his punishments
Punishments of love
Such cruelty
and so here I am
Shattered on the concrete
Too far gone
for love
I fell
and forgot to tell you to catch me
and waiting for you to realize
and scared you'll never notice
scared you won't dull the pain
How could I be so stupid
How could I let it happen
I don't want to get up
I'll compare them all to you
and they will fail
I can hear them all now
one now in particular
so familiar
and so fresh
an anchor holding me down
I'm too scared to call out
His power is irritatingly fulfilling
I can hear him now
Im not sure what he says
But he says it so beautifully
He's picking up my limp hand
pulling me up
and i see now he's not you
no,
You were a heavenly power
Both horrifying and wonderful
no,
He's deliverance
A dream
I don't remember having
A wish
I don't remember making
A perfection
I don't remember deserving
and Air
I don't remember breathing
There's nothing horrifying about his touch
it's only beauty
Their voices echo off these hallowed
-walls
no
cold flesh of mine
I can hear them
and I know your not in the crowd
Not waiting
waiting for me to pick myself up
or cleaned up
But God the pain!
The workings of his punishments
Punishments of love
Such cruelty
and so here I am
Shattered on the concrete
Too far gone
for love
I fell
and forgot to tell you to catch me
and waiting for you to realize
and scared you'll never notice
scared you won't dull the pain
How could I be so stupid
How could I let it happen
I don't want to get up
I'll compare them all to you
and they will fail
I can hear them all now
one now in particular
so familiar
and so fresh
an anchor holding me down
I'm too scared to call out
His power is irritatingly fulfilling
I can hear him now
Im not sure what he says
But he says it so beautifully
He's picking up my limp hand
pulling me up
and i see now he's not you
no,
You were a heavenly power
Both horrifying and wonderful
no,
He's deliverance
A dream
I don't remember having
A wish
I don't remember making
A perfection
I don't remember deserving
and Air
I don't remember breathing
There's nothing horrifying about his touch
it's only beauty
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beauty doesnt last long, but this makes it seem to...