Dark New Day - Pieces
Make me
Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and
Break me
You watch me separate myself from who I really am
To fit into your plan
You're cutting me in two
And ripping me in three
You're killing with those words you say to me
You're cutting me in two
And ripping me in three
How many pieces can you take from me
Take it
Whatever's left is only following routine and
Fake it
And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am
To fit into your plan
[Chorus]
The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two.
Holding on it's true, won't bring it back again.
They way you look my friend it's closer to the end.
I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me down.
[Chorus]
Make me
Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and
Break me
You watch me separate myself from who I really am
To fit into your plan
You're cutting me in two
And ripping me in three
You're killing with those words you say to me
You're cutting me in two
And ripping me in three
How many pieces can you take from me
Take it
Whatever's left is only following routine and
Fake it
And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am
To fit into your plan
[Chorus]
The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two.
Holding on it's true, won't bring it back again.
They way you look my friend it's closer to the end.
I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me up again, cut down.
You cut me down.
[Chorus]
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My Poetry
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You're the only one...
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But I'm still content to watch him sleep on, and hope that he dreams of me.
My Stories
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I try opening the door to the den only to find it locked. I knock softly and hear my sister get up to open the door. She stands in my way, only holding the door open enough for
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I watch her as she bounces up and down in jubilation, smiling and giggling while she tells me about the things she does to her arm with the kitchen knives.
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