Ac3ptanc3
Once there was a boy lost in his good intentions. Left out in the ocean with his Differences. So many he loves, he forgot to mention. Looking for a companion willing to listing. Once there was a man with good intentions.
Nobody else can see that this world was made for me. It's alright it's alright if I have to let go. Maybe between you and me I could sleep.
You and me x2
Maybe I could sleep. X4
Once there was a girl who needed saving. By a white knight a pail horse ,maybe anything. Maybe the storms are to heavy, it brings in the waves. Once there was a girl who just needed to be held.
Nobody else can see that this world was made for you and me. It's alright it's alright if we have to let go. Maybe between you and me we could sleep.
Devil make a deal for the angel on my shoulder. For it dosent know which way it's heart should go. It's an after glow you should get to know. But I've heard that cuts both ways.
There once was a father who had to watch things he couldn't stomach. His good intentions falling flat at every turn. He had to kiss his Demons on a high wire. There once was a father who became a wild fire. Lost in the dark.
Nobody else can see that this world was made for you and me. It's alright it's alright if we have to let go. Maybe between you and me we could sleep.
Nobody else can see that this world was made for me. It's alright it's alright if I have to let go. Maybe between you and me I could sleep.
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Learning to let go and finally sleep
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Written on September 12, 2022
Submitted by Sholnyshko42 on September 12, 2022
Modified on March 30, 2023
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Words | 297 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 10 |
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