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Sometimes life gets ugly but then I remember "SASHA SLOAN KNOWS I EXIST" and then everything is just fine.
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Alyssa Grace â bloodstream
And something deep inside of me tells me that you're not better now
And I'm sorry that I couldn't help, but I'm so glad I made it out
And I'm crying on my mama's floor, why don't you want this anymore?
And I'm craving you to change for me
You're saying, "I hear you, and I love you, but my heart, it hurts for you
And I just cannot give you what you need"
Am I too much? Am I enough? 'Cause you said you wouldn't give up
Now I'm numb on my knees, praying to God you'd talk to me
Wondering what it takes for you to stay off my mind and far out of my bloodstream
And I'm sorry that I couldn't help, but I'm so glad I made it out
And I'm crying on my mama's floor, why don't you want this anymore?
And I'm craving you to change for me
You're saying, "I hear you, and I love you, but my heart, it hurts for you
And I just cannot give you what you need"
Am I too much? Am I enough? 'Cause you said you wouldn't give up
Now I'm numb on my knees, praying to God you'd talk to me
Wondering what it takes for you to stay off my mind and far out of my bloodstream
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Alyssa Grace â bloodstream
You never laid your hands on me, and that's something that I'm grateful for
But I should've known that you'd gone mad when I saw the way you punched your doors
But I should've known that you'd gone mad when I saw the way you punched your doors
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Alyssa Grace â bloodstream
And I hear him in the way I speak, or when I look in the mirror
The anger's growing in me, it shows, could it be any clearer?
That I'm like him 'cause he made me the way I am
When we're fighting, and all I need is somebody
The anger's growing in me, it shows, could it be any clearer?
That I'm like him 'cause he made me the way I am
When we're fighting, and all I need is somebody
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Cygnet â The Carrion Sings
I'm mad at the world, but she did nothing wrong
Oh Gaia, survivor, she'll be here when I'm long dead and gone,
and I'm mad at the sand in the hourglass
Still I ask for a pass, is there any more time?
Oh Gaia, survivor, she'll be here when I'm long dead and gone,
and I'm mad at the sand in the hourglass
Still I ask for a pass, is there any more time?
Does anyone deserve this? Well, maybe
I didn't think that it would be me, I mean
I guess I did some things that most people would regret
Do I yet? Have I met the part where I'd go back?
I didn't think that it would be me, I mean
I guess I did some things that most people would regret
Do I yet? Have I met the part where I'd go back?
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