Hearts And Flowers

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We want to be remembered Spend our lives leaving fingerprints on hearts and skin
We want to be remembered Not for all the broken pieces we've collected
                I hate Goodbyes Hate how nostalgia seeps through lips until you're left with the aftertaste of Never Coming Back
                                I'll Never Leave You
follows all the Hellos and you hope this time it'll be different This time they'll stay

                                                                         They Never stay
                                                                                         So you run
                                                    Outrun the darkness, but find yourself in
                                                                           the middle of an Eclipse
I sleep in a bed filled with nightmares, wonder if Dream Catchers can filter out all the sadness and sins

                     When we were 6, our favorite game was Hide and Seek I learned to hide in obvious places- not the closet or under the bed
                                                Found myself sitting outside stuck in my head
                      Maybe that's why they've stopped looking for me
I once drank half a bottle of Whisky just to talk with ghosts
             Talked about all the promises we were going to break and swallow so the sharpness of                             Disappointment wouldn't leave scars the way our knives did
                           We jumped off a bridge and drowned in all the uncertainty of the Living
                                                 Because the Living isn't as forgiving The living points guns at Change, tries to make the sky b e n d before it breaks out into stars
                            I'm being haunted by my sins All the reckless I Love You's being soaked up by strange faces
                    cloaked in pretty smiles and empty words filled with so much conviction, I went to Church to ask the Priest for forgiveness
             I'm not even religious but I know that Judas was supposed to love thy God until he found B e t r a y a l carved into his hand 
                                How foolish a Man could be to believe all people are wrapped in good intentions
                   Because some people are tearing at the seams Can't find a moment to stop breaking instead of Creating
         I'm hunting memories that haunt me- not in my sleep but in the people who surround me The people who brush their fingertips across my heart and skin

Maybe that's why I can't stop running

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