Andjela Antic

Red blood
Blue veins
White shirt
Mascara and tears stains
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There is heartache in me
A pressure in my chest
Like I'm missing something I never even had
There's a feeling I want to feel but can't
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You are so beautiful
But you burn my eyes
On sunny days you give me warmth
On others the love dies
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We are growing older
And nights are getting colder
So let me put my head on your shoulder
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Person 1:

Here we met
Shy and young
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It's new years eve
Waiting for clock to tick midnight
So I could kiss you
Oh, what a magical night
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My mind says go rest
But my heart says opposite
Art is what makes you you
So paint away, that's what you'll do
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We cut our fingers
Let blood leak
Just so we could make a heart
And call it our bloody art
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She's been thru hell and back
Little girl filled with love in her has died
So now she mourns her dressed in black
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Upon the mountain, upon the hills
Where the grass is ever so green
Is a pile of yellow daffodils
Where sun shines so bright
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You said you love me
But I know that you don't
You put her above me
But me, you never won't
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Under the syringa tree
Is where you said you love me
Where you promised me the world
You promised you'd never leave
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Old tales, told among those who believe
Legends, spoke those who have seen with their own eyes
Old stories, told kids before they go to sleep
While pirates cruise the sea, in waters deep
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It's not fair, everything I say, you don't hear
You cover me, don't seem to even care
You do not support me, my dreams, wishes
You say it's absurd
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This is a story
That I tell to my heart before I fall asleep
At the end of the day it makes me happy
I tell it 'till I fall in deep
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Her hair like sunset looks
Soul is like open books
Her eyes hold this strong flame
When she looks at you, she takes her aim
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I see you afar
As I drag my fingers across my guitar
I uprise my head
I behold at the sky
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All of those pretty lights
Who keep me up at cold nights
Saving me from the darkness
I'm always gonna be surrounded by darkness
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You know that feeling when you get sudden inspiration to write?
Well I get those a lot
And each time I want to write something like poems, usually
And it's just like in a blink
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Is this the beginning of hell again
The one I went thru last year
Or is it that, that problems follow me
Everyday they are even more near
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