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bentcomposure

Album: mixed matches Durasi: 4:57

To become

Is to believe what you would write

Cause It's never enough when you notice it

And too much feels too light

What is needed

Isn't any prescription left to write

All the ritalin and lexapro

Won't help if you don't try

What we need

Is not to know

But letting it be

With letting go

Tell me the truth

All how you want

Even if we

Both know you're wrong

Could you let me play a bit longer in

The emotion i need to feel again

I had lost what i found in the carelessness

And i think of it way too often

This motivation is leaving my system

How did i lose what i saw as my vision

Same words and songs about loss

With no closure

Dry ran the well with my bending composure

I didn't mean to remind you

But there's a timer to what you're doing

And if you plan all your moments

You just delay what you know is coming

While there's a wick that burns i think about my life

The simple restraints that i should keep at night

And how i could've fallen behind

While moving forward as i designed

On the ground that shakes is where i will stand

To worry bout days that i know have past

I made up my mind and i thought again

Of how you remind me of who i am

We're it up to me i would've quit

Let you know about my selfishness

When we saw potential as infinite

We had drawn the lines of our limits

This motivation is leaving my system

How did i lose what i saw as my vision

Same words and songs about loss

With no closure

Dry ran the well with my bending composure

I never wanted to hurt for you

But it had come with the territory

I see my life in a shade of blue

Where i'm repeating the same old story

Where i wanna be good and where i wanna be loved

But i'm seeing the worst with the time i've got

My gratitude has retired more than i have thought

I wish i were content but i know that i'm not

When the limit will come is when i'll extend

And hurry away from a new found end

I made up my mind and i thought again

That i can't escape what i signed to get

We're it up to me i'd pick again

What i chose to call my passion then

When i saw the sand turned on it's head

Was when love had turned to resentment

This motivation is leaving my system

How did i lose what i saw as my vision

Same words and songs about loss

With no closure

Dry ran the well with my bending composure