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Your Memory Cuts At Me Like A Razorblade

Contributed by LoveIsNotReal on Sunday, 22nd August 2004 @ 12:33:58 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered

Was it the beginning or the end of a problem that bled through?
We shrugged off the omens and melodramatic moments
And let go of all those things that can't be replaced
It was a wake up call and painful slap in the face
But it all worked out and we've gone are seperate ways

Memories collide with dissonant upsetting lies that've been locked away
I would feel somewhat different but the pieces of you have ruined my whole day

Was it the beginning or the end of a nightmare that imploded?
All of the doctors promised us that it wouldn't be fatal
But now you are burried, what the hell do they know
I still can remember the smoothness of your hair
But a panic attack reccurs every single hour of my waking

Memories collide with dissonant upsetting lies that've been locked away
I would feel somewhat different but the pieces of you have ruined my whole day

You didn't stay beautiful for very long
Your perfect cheekbones and eyes have gone
All of the color in your face has been washed away
Your skin has turned white and your hair has turned grey
In monochrome dreams I caress you and let fall into my arms
I know that I'm the only one that can appreciate all of your charms

Memories collide with dissonant upsetting lies that've been locked away
I would feel somewhat different but the pieces of you have ruined my whole day

You were as perfect anyone could get
But your fragile existence was shattered
Like a porcelain figure dropped onto the pavement
And even though you are not with me at this moment
Your smile still does reflects a thousand rays of sunshine
Onto my otherwise bland, boring, repetitive yawn of a life

Copyright © LoveIsNotReal ... [ 2004-08-22 00:33:58]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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