Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
Brad Smith
jesus_h_biscuit

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Your words to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear

'Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said

So I speak to you in riddles
because my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
and feel it wash away
'cause i can't take anymore of this
I want to come apart
or dig myself a little hole
inside your precious heart

'Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said

I am nothing more than
a little boy inside
That cries out for attention
yet I always try to hide
'Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don't know how I feel
But I know I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed

'Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
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