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A vent of feelings commonly encountered in the adolescent and early stages in adult life. |
"All These Things" The scent of fresh-cut grass Fades with the season change The leaves wither and brown Drifting solemnly to the ground. All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. There’s been a barren change With the cold blue sky’s range It leaves me all alone, I leave me all alone. There is a burning scent Such a sensation while Trickling, trembling, torturing Me and my fortune’s guile. All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. The docile sits placidly As I run amok in fear Guilt plagues catching me It’s of what I hold dear. I suffer from results Of the plainest inaction Redefining my meanings What say she, is a sin? All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. Will he view what is placed There is purest earnesty Shallow pools of light Freely display the guilty In any other way to say That one is truly sorry Bubbling springs of remorse Heat from the darkest eddy. All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. What I see is brighter now But with black velvet skies Maybe slowly, surely clearing Temptation rests far into mourning. Brighter, brighter, every step Slowly coming to terms with being Innocence the price to pay That sends him screeching, yearning. All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. Peering deep into pits of error I see my first mistake My soul did not allow to hold And I trembled in fear’s wake. The widest tears take time To slowly scab and scar Stretches of years he to wait And we’re all left behind sore. All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. She’s given in, she’s given in She finally has found the sin She’s given in, she’s given in And subtle she will go to him. They’ve both caused pain By things forever unsaid. To clarify, they kiss the rain, Don’t leave the fortune dead. All these things, remind me, All these things, haunt me, All these things, chase me, All these things, condemn me. She’s given in, she’s given in, She finally has found the sin All the tears, pain, perdition, To refute her love to him. |