james chaplin

She’s not who she says she is
Her face pretty as a picture
But her soul black as hell
A crooked smile and a voice of an angel
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Fire
A flickering flame dancing in the moonlight
A coal fire burning bright
A gentle breeze
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Haunting Dreams
I touch the sky with broken hopes
Oh how will I ever cope?
These dreams were never for me
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Overdose
I was 14 when I first did it
The drugs felt so good
The feel of the whole world lifting
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A Tale Of Winter
my wings of ice
flutter twice
the snow yet so white
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Im lost without you
I remember the days of the golden age
How we played for days and days
But now you are lost
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Alice
your long blonde hair silky nd smooth
most of your talents you have yet to prove
your eyes so deep and blue
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Distant memorys
a golden feather floating on the wind
my fading heart beating within
gentle hands wrapped around my waist
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A Violent Dream
My thoughts are broken
My soul not yet taken
A haunting memory
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