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Words To Ash My embers burn / A dark fire roars My suicidal war / A blaze of words I wrote this for you... The old me really wanted you to read it To tell you the truth... Of how I came to be beyond broken But I had to keep it Because I'll never see you again So my wounds remain hidden A letter deprived of hate, I forgave us in vain I'm trying to undo what you have done Even if its just a placebo effect This is me trying to “move on” From this smothering resentment - Confessions turn into infernos You crushed my faith A villain disguised as a hero My lungs start to shake The sinner is attending church tomorrow While this saint

They Told Us: They told us we weren't artists, They said that we're just puttin' words on paper... They told us we wouldn't make it, Because language isn't unique... Ta hell with them all I say, Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide. Writers, poets, We're treated like third-rate artists. Our hands can't create magical pictures, We can't create comics ta make people laugh, Or emotive portraits ta make em cry... But what they don't see is tha title, What they don't see is tha description, They don't even see tha comments or replies! They look only at themselves, And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim. It's like starin' at