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Crush

Listening to this sick beat
takes me to another place

to carefree days of youth
a though made my heart race

oblivious of time and space
searching for an embrace

wanting to be loved
for the first time in case

so turn up the bass
turn up the bass

let me feel it again
her state of grace

making up those excuses
for a visit to her place

memories of the first crush
one can never replace

so turn up the bass
turn up the bass

let me feel it again
her state of grace

I wish you knew

Murmurs echos aches forgotten
comfort in the arms till dawn

Lingering questions unanswered
the inside screams when they speak

Stories they make to tell the world
burn more than acid on the heart

For they paint a picture of a saint
whitewashing the conceit & taint

No, you tell lies while knowing all
stood there in silence forever guilty

So cruel to let the fire burn to cinder
when could have stopped the spiral

Perhaps the dead not need forgiveness
reckoning for those fuming the flames

In the end nothing remains of arrogance
saw that when they lifted from the ground