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My Reason For BeingWhat's the point of my being?
What's the point of all my screaming?
Is there a reason for anything?
A reason for my suffering?
I don't know if it's true
But I think I know what I must do
Lend me your hand
For I am here to help you stand
I suffered to be able to know
The pain you refuse to show
Let me help to take it away
I'll help forge the steps to a better day
This is why I was in in pain
This is why my soul's a stain
To benefit those ready to give in
To help open your eyes to the sin
This is my reason that I hold close
The reason I don't go and overdose
I'm here to help my friends
And I'll continue helping until my life ends
Side Effects Of YouContains:
These are the side effects of you, the smell of your hair, the sound of your voice, the softness of your skin. These are the side effects of my missing you. Trying to find you I'll keep screaming your name.
Yet .I'm done with the pain, I'm sick of the games I have to play to have your eyes on me.
We were fine until we met her, I know it sounds selfish, I know I'm going to sound like an ass but I wish that we'd never met the little Missy. I wish that it was still just the two of us. I wonder what it would have been like if we were to save Sinnoh without her.
With out Platina
Why can't I stop screaming your name?! Why am I so sick of everything? I'm so blind, I'm so blind that I can't even see the living a life that's already dead. I can't let go of you or I'm all alone.
Dreaming as we fall irreplaceable time to wake up it's over and leave it alone. I'm so sick of the pressure that our games have created; I'm tired of screaming your
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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