Sunday, July 13, 2008

Mangled in the time, the master grieves
Because you want me to believe
What even you cannot receive.
That’s twisted.

Moonlight morphs her form, why cant you see?
Its shaping her to its reality
Beauty in the hiding longing to be free
We're twisted

Hide my passion cuz I’m talking now
Teach me what to think; forget to teach me how
I’m showing you the things that you would not allow
Cuz your twisted.

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