be it death or be it doubt, i know that one will take me but im no longer strong enough to fight
and the things i've lived without will eventually break me. leaving me with quiet speech 'goodnight'
the good intentions of my words just make more obvious distress and cause well meaning people more concern
and i need something constant be it pipe or lonliness in either case, i like the way they burn
so you stay inside my head and tear my mind into a sieve, my love my love my love, my love, i've drained what i can give
and you carefully while sweetly singing break up all my bones, my love my love my love my love, im slowly limping home
and i need something valid be it sleep or restlessness in either case i like the way they turn.
yeah, i need something constant be it sweet or mildness, in either case i doubt i'll ever learn.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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