I’m the type of war
That has you screaming,
“bombs away.”
If you’ve got a white flag,
It’ll always be another day.
If you’re looking for my heart
I’ll never know what to say.
Because with me, it’s never black and white,
It’s always some shade of gray.
You’re looking for something,
You’ll never know the price to pay.
Without your grace, the smoke runs free,
Fall to your empty knees and pray.
i'm in a new place.
i like it here.
i wake up early,
and your face is my
first thought.
all the time,
you're there.
i'm falling.
we are not the same.
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