throwing my thoughts at the ceiling
If I could be as tall as the trees
Giving me shelter from the rain
Boring, mortal, it's all the same
To our reflections of shame
Read ing too much into gestures
Of taking the road to recovery
Timing is at absolute zero
The white thrash is to gain my at tention
To gain control and affection
Desiring, desiring to be like my father
Why should've let you go?
Why should've walked away?
I shouldn't have let you know
I won't forget what you said
can never be returned to me
Writing on this road has been such a view
how things could have been
What we don't know about our destiny
is that the choice is never written
Blank pages we write our own books
I want to begin the next chapter,
he'll always be with you.
Growing my thoughts of this potential,
desiring, desiring to be like my father.
I shouldn't let you know,
I won't forget what you said
can never be returned to me
Nothing left but to recover
So I should have let you know
can never be returned to me
Nothing left but to recover
I should have let you know, let you know
I should have let you know,
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