She don't need no rendering, no filter for her perfectly imperfect bigger picture
Lives a life of light with out the lime and refrains to conversate with sour
Talks to the moon the dark side of it
And it says, " Don't let your heart grow conterfeit
That's not the reason you've been counterin' coward hellhounds hounding you in your head"
You aren't dead to rights, no right to be dead
No-ones uniquely pained, we all try to burn the scripts we're given
Try to shrink yesterdays past to have more room to grow
So eat your pheromones and smile at the deathblow
By: Brandon Harris
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