"You are one of God's mistakes, You crying, tragic waste of skin, I'm well aware of how it aches , And you still won't let me in. Now I'm breaking down your door, To try and save your swollen face , Though I don't like you anymore, You lying, trying waste of space..
Before our innocence was lost, You were always one of those , Blessed with lucky sevens , And the voice that made me cry . My Oh My.
You were mother nature's son , Someone to whom I could relate , Your needle and your damage done, Remains a sordid twist of fate. Now I'm trying to wake you up , To pull you from the liquid sky , Coz if I don't we'll both end up , With just your song to say goodbye. My Oh My.
A song to say goodbye, A song to say goodbye , A song to say...
Before our innocence was lost, You were always one of those, Blessed with lucky sevens, And the voice that made me cry.
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At first glance, this appears to be simple but the longer one looks, the more one realises it's complexity and beauty. I have always liked the muted colours of winter
The trees at the top left of the photo are slightly blurry (could be my eyesight, I haven't had much sleep) but it is a beautiful photo - especially with the light coming through like that
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