[ SECRET POST #2988 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2988 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Favorite lyrics

[(Anonymous)]

"You were a child who was made of glass
You carried a black heart passed down from your dad
If somebody loved you they'd tell you by now
We all turn away when you're down
You want to go back to where you felt safe
To hear your brother's laughter, see your mother's face
Your childhood home is just powder-white bones
And you'll never find your way back"
— The Hush Sound; That's Okay

"Time will rob you blind, take everything you have to offer
Love, sweet when it comes saves all us beggars, priests, and authors
Oh, how do we let go? When someone we love slips away in the shadows
It's hard to see you go 'cause you mean everything to me
The seeds that you have sewn will live on deep inside of me
It's time, you're leaving now
Your hands are cold, as I kiss your brow
And I will try, but I don't know how to let go"
— Tyrone Wells; Let Go