Demons and angels

Sun, 05/31/2020 - 08:01 -- Suzie82

Your eyes are cold dark dead like your soul you say you believe in God almighty in Jesus name amenI hear your voice ringing in my ears my hearts beatingI hear the bell ringing, the door knocking the card chopping My hearts beatingClick click click fumes inhaling up my nose burning plastic  I feel sick... My hearts beatingBeating fast never slow always wondering what your up to suspicious no trust  My hearts beatingBeating out of fear still in love I hate you I need you  it's a paradox a thin line they say my hearts beatingI was lost in every inch of your skin your smell your scars  your arms around me My hearts beatingBeating from a high you chose over me  running through your veins pulling you away closing you off from reality family love pain hurt misery  My hearts beating beating for three now not for fourthe world was at your feet  I was the doormat waiting for you to clean the dirt from your soul.

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