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New to Me

[Chorus]
It’s been three month’s
And you think you know me
But who’s to say I haven’t changed?
Who’s to say that you’ve been better?
All this time has been pretend
And it’s just another trend
It’s not like this is new to me
New to me
New to me

[Verse One]
I wake up every morning
To the sound of your anger
And the voice of no warning
Your rage is no stranger
We can all be scared
In the midst of danger
Because it’s not like you’ve cared

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
My heart’s shattered to pieces
You never mended what was and could’ve been
It’s all just happening again
You end up running off the edge
Hurting everyone on your way
You never restrain from the past
But I guess it’s the price you pay

[Chorus]

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Shell

Song...

The weight of the world,
Is so heavy,
Heavier
Than I imagined.

I thought it would be
As light as a feather,
Drifting down and landing on my shoulder.

Because I thought
You would never leave,
You would be there

To hold me
To touch me,
To wipe the tears away
And to carry me when my legs can't any longer

But now I see
You were only
Building a shell.

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World

Every snowflake,
Crosses between
My eyes and
Yours,
Every snowflake,

Spreading the distance.

Every snowflake
Falling on your hair
Turns it white,

And I think;
How will our future
Look?
Will your hair be white?
Will my hands be soft?
And smell of lavender?

As the snow tumbles,
down,
Down,
Do
W
N

I realize;

The world is falling down,

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Tunes to Words

I always have a tune
Stuck my head,
Forming the words
To things
I never said,
Framing the pictures
I haven't yet taken,
Listening to conversations,
I haven't yet had.

It's impossible
For me to comprehend
Why my words,
Come out in the end,
Not as sentences,
Lines or verse,
They come out
As whole notes,
Half beats,

Pause.

Crescendoes,
Drum beats,
Tamborines,

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