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It's My Fault

IWM# 105

There's no way that I will take
All the blame for my own pain
Tell me how it's all on me
For what you did, I'm not the same
Killing me with all of your lies
I trusted every thing you said
Forgetting all that I believed
The way I dressed, it's in your head

I don't try hard enough for you
Tell me again how I can heal
I never seem to get it right
Tell me again the shame YOU feel

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Bed Of Roses

IWM# 104

A bed of roses made of thorns,
My blood spilled down my back,
The river of tears never showing
My soul filling up with black.
Your gentle touch gave way to force,
As I whisper out good-bye.
My head giving way to the voice,
As my heart begins to die.
Begging for your mercy
Till I only feel defeat,
Strength that I was building
Some how crumbled at your feet.

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Your Voice

IWM# 103

You and I, we were one.
The best of friends like no one.
My pain you always took away.
My path was clear when I thought you'd stay.
You always caught me when I was falling.
Putting me back together was your calling.
Each mistake that I had made,
You gently steered me another way.

Your voice penetrating every seem.
Once so sublime now burns like a scream.

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Hell Has No Winter

IWM# 102

Hell has no winter, heaven has no pain.
I walk in the world among the insane.
The fear of death bewilders me.
If god exists then hear my plea.

That which is lost is ever near.
Whispers of your hate echo in my ear.
Tethered to an empty train,
With a hollow heart and heavy rain.

Fulfilled with what you desecrate,
By what ever means you fornicate.
Heavy breathing pounding flesh,

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IWM# 101


Verse 1

markwest's picture


IWM# 100

4:17 minutes (2.94 MB)


here i am on the couch and your in our bed,
both been up all night crying from the words that were said,
i know that i love you and you love me

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i'll hold onto you

IWM# 99


[verse 1]
From a prison cell in Georgia he can't get her off his mind,
it's like he has somehow stopped the hands of time,

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let us worry about you

IWM# 98

While we watch you as you play and we see how your eyes glow.
trying to hide that we're afraid of what your future holds.

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