n’ i keep crawlin’ on my knees
wipin’ the floors of my yesterdays with blood n’ tears
where everythin’ seemed to be perfect
but it only seemed
love grew to vengeance
n’ distances echoed
still regrettin’ more for all the truths i accepted
than the lies i couldn’t ignore
n’ i keep crawlin’ on my knees
till i wipe out all my yesterdays with blood n’ tears.
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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so u think its ur lowest when ur down on your knees, but you were tsanding before you got knocked down and you can get back again. tc.
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