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This item is about how I felt after I lost someone who was apart of me. |
No life flows through these arms Wanting to hold little me One who would not want from me First finding escape in the bottle The warmth of the sun down there It was warm enough to push me over As she laid her head on my shoulder Shoulders that were so tired from carrying the load Oh how my creative spirit has grown old And my eyes don’t see clear anymore The windows to my soul And not to sound conceited Feeling like my looks are a curse Wondering if you saw my face or my eyes first And this ocean wave could wash away All the pain my soul felt today And wash away my creative spirit Standing on this beach, feet in the sand Looking out into this blue sea Truly this is the only time I can feel me On this beach my creative spirit is free And I am carefree Reflecting on years passed by Years where I was living a lie And I sat there and watched my heart die That moment my creative spirit went to sleep Feeling like the sand under the sea All the way at the bottom With the weight of all this water on me I feel you all around me You take my creative spirit and drown me And I try to wake up so my eyes can see My creative spirit floating free |