Morgan Stanton

Why cant you leave me?
Are you afraid to be alone?
Are you afraid to face the facts?
My dear, you need to know
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Questions char our mind
But they remain untold
We must be accepted by society
Isn’t that what it’s all about?
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Life is hard to fill with
teeth that bite
and eat up our fears
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Drown the flooding introspection
Sing the song you’ve been yearning for
Abandon the need for acceptance
Caper your own little dance
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They say its not a disease
nor a sickness, illness, or virus.
Simply, a silent epidemic.
Pandemic would be a better word...
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Play the guitar one more time
And sing one last song for me
Time may be running out
But we can make the best of it
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‘“No one has to know, ”’
Said the lips of the ‘Greek God’
‘’Just you and me.’’
Can it really be this perfect?
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Music saves me from the world
For the world goes too fast
For me to follow
Drown out the noise
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The intense collision of trembling lips yearning for a change.
Endless wishes all clash as one, cravings for what we want most.
Like sprinting statues, we run from society. Hesitant, yet enthusiastic.
Ready to give in, ready to surrender. You lead me to restraint.
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Soft rain, hard world.
Tear-filled sighs,
Acceptance, regret
All a part of normal life
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The loudest kind hurt
Is done in silence
The pain inflicted
Not known or acquired
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I breathe air.
I speak words.
I hear noise.
I touch.
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He comes thrown on his own back.
Knees bent, muscles ached.
Struggling and whining.
Though he brought it on himself,
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Loud sigh
Over again
Words confuse
'Round world
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I’m lost without you,
Don’t you realize?
Incomplete, no longer whole, broken.
Shattered to pieces.
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The lonely house whispers a welcome
Swallows me into the suffocating shadows
Welcome home
It’s the result of teenage love
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Is it the fact that I can’t stand to leave you
I need to be by your side
You’re the last I think about before I sleep
And the first when I wake
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I know you’re curious
To answer the question of questions
What does death look like?
Does he wear a black hood?
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I’ve fallen to the feet of life
Sobbed at its beginnings and ends
Is there a reason for me to live?
This acid burns my soul
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