Love can make you feel like you are flying, or it can drag you through the gutter. Love can promise to be with you forever, then leave you, broken and bleeding, in an instant.
.You can't break me I can only allow myself to be broken And I choose another path I choose To rise above. You mess with this bull And you'll get my horns Did you underestimate me? That's why You'll never win.
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Nothing's right upon me because it is all of you.
So when I walk away, with a soft kiss to your hand Let’s just say it’s a goodbye for now Since we’ll meet again, once you close your eyes, shatter away.
"They already started to walk away, I hardly hear from them anymore. I have already become another memory destined to be forgotten. Just another puppet left to gather dust on the shelf."
My broken shattered dreams of a boy I use to know nothing's left upon these shelves only dust because no one's home..
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneer

Love can make you feel like you are flying, or it can drag you through the gutter. Love can promise to be with you forever, then leave you, broken and bleeding, in an instant.
.You can't break me I can only allow myself to be broken And I choose another path I choose To rise above. You mess with this bull And you'll get my horns Did you underestimate me? That's why You'll never win.
.
.
.
Nothing's right upon me because it is all of you.
So when I walk away, with a soft kiss to your hand Let’s just say it’s a goodbye for now Since we’ll meet again, once you close your eyes, shatter away.
"They already started to walk away, I hardly hear from them anymore. I have already become another memory destined to be forgotten. Just another puppet left to gather dust on the shelf."
My broken shattered dreams of a boy I use to know nothing's left upon these shelves only dust because no one's home..
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneer
So when I walk away, with a soft kiss to your hand Let’s just say it’s a goodbye for now Since we’ll meet again, once you close your eyes, shatter away.
Nothing's right upon me because it is all of you.
"They already started to walk away, I hardly hear from them anymore. I have already become another memory destined to be forgotten. Just another puppet left to gather dust on the shelf."
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneer
Love can make you feel like you are flying, or it can drag you through the gutter. Love can promise to be with you forever, then leave you, broken and bleeding, in an instant.
.You can't break me I can only allow myself to be broken And I choose another path I choose To rise above. You mess with this bull And you'll get my horns Did you underestimate me? That's why You'll never win.
My broken shattered dreams of a boy I use to know nothing's left upon these shelves only dust because no one's home..
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