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Christmas Special-Snehithudu Song || Mano, K.Christopher,Raja Anand

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Dreams, nightmares.

Sometime’s they’re the same.

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Wrote and actually finished a song for the first time in forever. Will actually record and release. Stay tuned.

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Don’t set yourself free,

find a nice 3x3 with a lock,

five minutes from the bottlo.

Instead of seeing the world,

listen in from the rafters;

watch love from the branches,

as those who you knew

don’t care, don’t check

or when they come; just wreck.

Then disappear, without you.

Get married without you,

start lives, without you.

Find brides, think twice.

If they can invite you.

Thank god for the virtue,

That four walls can give you.

So you can question and question

the endings like new wounds.

Yet it always whittles down to

“What the fuck did I do?”

|Deadset - what was it?|

Standing on a freshly whittled stick.

In a 3x3 with a lock.

Five minutes from the bottlo.

Telling myself not to set myself free.

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Imagine being so wrapped up in your own self.

Where you feel the need to be encapsulated in time every day.

How powerful and self depreciatiting it must be.

It will plan to take you nowhere.

It will make it’s own path,

on your calendar;

and nothing you want will ever happen.

Time turns us to flaunts,

but when they start to fade,

when the wrinkles form and skin starts to grey;

You understand true time and place.

It was nice to know you as a pretty face.

It was nice to know you still,

For a minute,

In a blurred reflection

as nothing more than a pretty face.

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Life isn’t a whirlwind,

It’s a god damn reason to stay inside.

And I hate expressing feelings,

when there’s no point after we die.

When I’m alone under the ceiling,

and there’s no more happy hour.

I keep searching for the reasons,

but life is compromise.

Life is compromise.

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Lord give me strength,

to never put up with a narcissist again.

Give me the wit to know better,

and seek forever;

with someone who loves not just their own reflection.

God give me laughter,

through Hell and there after;

and make sure I still know

the depths of real sin.

Lord give me writing,

while teeth bared and silent.

Give me the feeling that I need to pen.

And make all the letters

form words for the better;

Rearrange all this sadness

I’ll never let win.

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Maybe we’re all just a little lost,

I’ve been trying to find my steps in my sleep.

I can’t wake up though.

I can’t wait to wake up though.

Breadcrumbs encompassing a decision I don’t know if I can keep, and what then, a small trickle, a clipped wing.

24hours and then it’s permanant.

Thought about, left, stewed, solid.

24hours and that’s all there is, a lifetime, a circumference.

Patterns, patterns, patterns.

Not just the ones you wake up to,

like the ones on those sheets she bought you because you said you had none of your own.

Patterns like that train of thought, derailed, dethroned.

Broken and humming,

king of nothing.

Kicking rocks out.

Running.

Rushing.

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