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Maylene The Sons Of Disaster

The ones that carry never back down. I want to be the bullet that brings you to your knees. You ran,I'm still swinging. Feel your insides as they grow

Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show With track marks, painting such a pretty blue Last one in line for the healing of woes I can see the faces

Not many run-ins with the blade. Just always missing the worst but it always comes. Praying to a savior you never loved. They said you made it. A few

Distant from faces hollow and uncomfortable. I haven't been up or down in so long, but believe me. Depression just takes too much and I'm far to drained

Another recovering dependent lost on your shift, the reasons still remain blank. These pages I hoped to never write. Another ordinary panic day involved

You've ruined all my endings. Stayed safe I'll drown in time. The abuse had you and it was long overdue to let it go. This love division casting stones

Lying here in wait on my deathbed Open air still fills my lungs Not proud of everything I've done But at least you know I did it well (Feels like I'm

It's been a while and a million miles Since I've seen the sun shine on your face A long time coming, but now I'm running back home The southern pines

We have all been cursed by the dark horse Second chances few and far between There's no halo hanging up above me The ministry is equal to the disease (