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The Knife and the Pen
Ok, a few prep notes before we move on to the main feature.
1.This has nothing to do with any circumstance in my life
2.This was actually a very haunting and recurring dream of mine
3.Was originally meant to be a song, but I converted into a poem
She holds my heart in a notebook she keeps right by her side
The notebook now bloodstained lies beside the rose and epitaph
The words that once were very clear, are stained with tears of mine
I guess she lived to love , and then to die.
It seems it over for the pen
It's days are done it's seen it's end
It seems philosophy is wrong again.
It seems the knife is stronger then the pen
The days go by like watching the paint dry, as I cry
The world just melts like ice in a desert of pure pain
Empty voices scream "It's gonna be ok"
but they don't know, they don't know
It seems it over for the pen
It's days are done it's seen it's end
It seems philosophy, is wrong again.
It seems the knife is stronger then the pen
I open the notebook to see what lies inside
thousand and thousand of poems of things she loved and things that made her cry
at the end of the notebook, a message left for me.
Said "Baby still love you, but I've got to go, I've got to end this pain".
It seems it over for the pen
It's days are done it's seen it's end
It seems philosophy is wrong again.
It seems the knife is stronger then the pen
I went to visit her the other day
set the notebook down besides the empty grave
looked on her tombstone, and said aloud what's written on it's head
"I guess the knife is stronger then the pen"
She holds my heart in a notebook she keeps right by her side.
The notebook now bloodstained, lies by me.
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No fair sky, I'm the one who feels like CRYING
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