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(created 2015-10-18 01:10):
oh you're brave and you're strong
i am timid and wrong
you're a diamond and i am but coal
you're the moon and the stars
i am ashes and tar
you're a nighting gale i am a mole
" babe, don't think that way"
"these are the demons that bite at your soul"
"please, come back to me"
"you're losing your mind"
"and you're out of control"
well, this is my curse
and it keeps getting worse
as i can't hold these bad thoughts at bay
so i'll whine and i'll moan
and i'll cry on the phone
till i finally drive you away
and then i will ride
with my deflated pride
and the warmth of the blood in my shoe
till an ugly old scar
and a broken guitar
will be all that reminds me of you