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HeresToForgetting — Counting
Published: 2010-11-17 09:17:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 81; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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Spending my mornings in front of my dresserKnowing it's a bad day when I'm looking in mirrors
Falling too deep into someone's heart
And changing faces until we depart separately.
Too many people who are scared to hold hands
Too many souls ruptured under media demands
In the small scale I'm counting my years
Because I'm fifteen and refuse to count my tears.
Yes I'm young and who knows if I'll always be
But these days are young in my eyes and they're glistening
Taking in everybody's different story of what's happening to us
They all have their similarities but who am I to trust?
Too many people who are scared to hold hands
Too many souls ruptured under media demands
In the small scale I'm counting my years
Because I'm fifteen and refuse to count my tears.
They tell me what to run from
I don't even know where I truly come from yet
We're both so unhappy but still we're holding steady
So I decide to complete myself
instead of asking for someone to complete me.
Too much of the heat, all of these hands
Too much of these eyes increasing in demands of me.
In the small scale I'm counting my years
Because I'm fifteen and refuse to count my tears.
