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Except, Expect
03:21
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I made a plan to let myself know when things got too heavy.
And making plans always sets you up to have expectations, which tend to never pull through.
I told myself I would come clean to myself but you can't tell yourself anything without seeming crazy. You can't be sane without someone telling you you've lost your head.
Even if I lost everything, I'd have a sense of something.
Somewhere far and in between.
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I spend most of my time on trains. Trains leading to my heart and away from it again. Often times I think that I am the same. Aimlessly yet full of purpose, I roll on. I carry, I carry, I carry. But I can't hold onto this piece of paper, Pretending that the passengers even give a shit about me. Where I've been and what I've seen. Disappear in footsteps. And my most noteable quality is my biggest flaw. I'll carry you even if I'm rusted or sick. I'll carry you no matter who you have been. On the other hand, you won't do the same. I accept, I accept. But I can't hold onto this piece of paper, Pretending that the passengers even give a shit about me. Where I've been and what I've seen. Disappear in footsteps. It's a game that I learned to play. I've learned to sit peacefully in the presence of my peers. Even when angry hands reach for my neck. I will carry you. Even if I am rusted or sick. I'll carry you. No matter who you've been.
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Lining the frame is the simple vein, blood cells flow like tiny ships. They constantly go and weather the storm, no matter the condition. You are a concise mechanism. The veins can be stopped if sliced right through, the tiny ships sinking. The funny part is, is where the heart is, it can stop without direct contact. You are a cog in the machine. If the ongoing vein leads to the core, why is it so faulty. Everything is physical that when it is mental, it's all too much to take. You are a broken piece. You are a broken piece. You are my broken piece.
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Gone Part Two
02:52
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I lost a memory, I lost a dream.
I tried to hold on to it, I tried to remember.
But trying is useless when it comes to this. A mind so young could not grasp you fully. Eyes so bright could not see you parting.
Memories are the dreams we wish we had. Dreams are the memories we lose in the end.
He reminds me of you.
He's a living memory.
He's a moving dream.
I've grown older now and my mind can wrap around the larger things. I'm older now, with older eyes who do not want to see.
Memories are the dreams we wish we had. Dreams are the memories we lose in the end.
Memories are the dreams we wish we had. Dreams are the memories we lose in the end.
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