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Lonely Hands
I've pulled a few fast onesThis time I'll stick aroundSister, I've shot my mouth offI apologiseA disappointment repeatedly, I am well awareThat my observations lack insightMuch like my conversationsMy motivations run dryI break into the distanceI'll wear my shame on my sleeveI'm shaking in resistanceTrying not to make a sceneOnly lonely hearts know where lonely hands goI've played a few good handsThis long line of bad blood hangs like a noose I wear with prideI apologiseThe degredation of being meekI am well awareIt's suffice to say that a lack of foresight is dibilitatingThis beholder is blindExcuse the mess, excuse the awkwardnessI know you're not impressedRegardless of my attempts to straighten-out a littleMy absence of hope is second only to my absence of will
From Letras Mania