Save The Clocktower old souls

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It came as a blow
right to my stomach
the words as they spilled
from your mouth
How can i help
When you wont admit to yourself
admit to yourself theres a hole
haunting this old soul
the pieces that were lost
can be replaced
its not as simple as forgetting
and burying this deep down beneath your bones
that mother fucker will burn
if my hands were ever laid on his throat
i swear id never let it go
It came as a blow
Right to my stomach
The words as they spilled
From your mouth
How can i help
When you want admit to yourself
Admit to yourself theres a hole
Haunting this old soul
let me in
I can heal
let me in
just let me in
Your eyes tell a story that should never be told it kills me to know that
This pain and hate is something
That will be carried through even the best of days but never
Let it bring you down to your knees
So it can feed on your calves and harvest any remaining bits of
This old soul that will bloom
With time and care and love this bastard becomes nothing but a
Fucking footnote
It came as a blow
Right to my stomach
The words as they spilled
From your mouth
This is where i help
In patching over
Patching over the hole
Building a new soul

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