†‡† Chasing Spiders †‡†

I will fly from, the edges of my mind, 
I will fly from, the edges of my mind to...

Take away everything, and cover up everything that you had become,
Take away from me...


Now, I'm not angry, but you don't know what these stones mean to me,
I am chasing spiders down this alley,
Her dress in red is torn, no alibi,
I've coughed the cinders out the edges of my mind
There is no evidence to lead us to this crossing,
I'm having problems, ever letting go.
I'm never letting go.

we know inside, how hard it is to be, paralysed against the storm we face,
I hear a heart break and I know what wrong turns I must take,
I didn't do the things they say I did,
I'm a caught spider, dark in an alley,
I'm a caught spider, dark in an alley 

 

The End

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