Ben Coomer

to feel all alone
to wish for something
to knock on the door and nobodys home
and want to give something
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If you break my heart
youll stain the sky red
not in hate or in rage
but in the love that i have
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live without routine
love without limits
run without fautige
fight without fear
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a light fog on a cloudy day
the moss softens the round bolder for my back and feet
i lay here thinking
the cold morning air numbs my skin
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im not creative
im not smart
im not stong
im not cool
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as darkness engulfs your very being
you find the demons hidden meaning
you feel alone and not your best
as he plunges hes sword toward your chest
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you remember a road
the pavement once burned from the tires
the glass had finally landed on the ground
a car had lost its driver
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the mat burns the skin
my calised knees begin to fail
what reasons do i have to go on?
but i continue to fight
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its all my fault
i could have saved him if only i were better
if only i drove slower
mabey even faster
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you lead youself into the dark
and leave behind your friend as a mark
as you walk through these empty halls
you see this was not right at all
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all we see is a corrupt and evil world
all we see is our inner battles
our fights that we win
and the ones we lose
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a friend is dead
these sky blue eyes tainted red
numb, from the cruel vicious fight
and aching, from lack of light
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what started as springs splendid spark less than a year ago
grows into a raging fire to burn away april showers
an ember shown through my very core
with the heat a thousand suns could not contain
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you walk along the forest floor
after years of grief and strife
you walk to the edge of the path
and see the painting of your life
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