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Don't Worry About the Blood-Stained Sky

This one, like with The Night of Jealousy, I was a viewer of an event. This one is great as well. ~~~~~ Don't Worry About the Blood-stained Sky Oh, he tells her, "Don't worry about the blood-stained sky. It means nothing at all. It's just there." She says, "I'm worried about it, 'cause is all the blood that was spilled, when we were in love." He tells her, "That's not true. Like I said, it's just there." Oh, the blood-stained sky tells of jealousy. The blood-stained sky tells all the mistakes that were made. Oh, the blood-stained sky tells of all the bad that was done.  It's no wonder, that she's worried it about it. He knows too, but he doesn't want to admitted. Oh, the the fall of breaking apart. Has created, this blood-stained sky, in full view.  She tells him, "I know what it means, this blood-stained sky, and you know too. You just don't want to say." He knows deep down inside, but he doesn't w...
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The Night of Jealousy

 Let's just say, I was a viewer of events of the this one and the next one I'm posting after this. And honestly. Love the results of both of them. ~~~~~ Here's one of them. The Night of Jealousy She was clawing into his mind and skin. Trying to take away him from his lover. Fighting over him like a pack of dogs. He wants to be with his lover, and he would reject her no matter what. But she doesn't want to hear it. She's going to steal him from his lover. It was the night of jealousy, and there's nothing that can change that. Oh, it was the night of jealousy, but his lover still has a fighting chance.  She knows what she's doing, and only he can stop this, but he keeps ignoring the words that need to be heard. Only he can save his lover and himself from her.  He doesn't want to see the signs, that are so obvious. He thinks she's just around. His lover doesn't think so, and other will start to see it. He's a fool for not seeing all of this. He...
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Searching High and Low Places

 This one. Well, more if a country song, more than anything. Still, I love this one. ~~~~~~ Searching High and Low Places Drinking away the pain away, man walks in, telling me get my things together, and drinking the pain away the away ain't gonna help me.  I tell him, "I'm searching high and low places. Trying to find, meaning and purpose. Trying to find friends and love in this crazy little world." "I'm searching high and low places. Trying to find meaning and purpose. Trying to find friends and love in this crazy little world. An ain't like it comes in very quickly."  "It ain't like someone could hook me up with someone, who loves me for eternity. The impossible dreams that I have." With a little bit of cold beer and conservation. The man says to me, "I've been there before boy. You'll make it in this world. Doesn't mean fame. Doesn't mean being happy all the time. It just means be okay. It just means finding wha...
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She Wants Happiness

Honestly, based this one off my mom. Who has struggled a lot. She needs the love for sure. ~~~~ She Wants Happiness She aches in pain. Not knowing a cure for it. Which pains her more. She's worries and stresses about her children, and over little things. She gets anxious, at the most littlest of things that matter to her. The doctors don't have a cure. They don't have a clue of what they're doing. She's a tough woman, but she's losing her strength to fight the pain. She wants happiness, but can't get it. She wants to feel normal, and live a normal life, but can't get it. She wants to feel the sun, but can't. This her life, and It's sad. Sh takes drugs to survive, and that pains me and my family. Where's a cure when you need one? No where to be found, apparently. Now, I have a big misturst of doctors. It's all guess work and a white coat. There's obviously something wrong, but why can't they figure it out? She feels stuck on the fl...
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The Hardest Thing to Say

 Sometimes, maybe a lot more often, I forgot what I've written. Like this one right here, but I love the results. ~~~~~ The Hardest Thing to Say I'm only human, flawed inside and out. I'm only human, I make mistakes, and learn from them. I'm only human, I lie to protect myself and not worry people, and in some ways to survive. Even though it's the wrong thing to do. The truth might be the hardest thing to say. The truth might be the hardest thing to say. I've seen what real pain is like. I've seen what is like to someone close to death. I won't go into detail. My heart...has seen a lot, but it more healed now. I want love. I want tenderness. I want love.  I want tenderness. To fix this healing broken heart. All I have is music of the past to understand my loneliness and pain. The truth might be the hardest thing to say. The truth might be the hardest thing to say. I want my soul to free from hell. Here am I spilling all of this. Might not be the best thi...
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Loneliness and Heart with Holes

 Certainly an interesting name. And definitely and interesting song. ~~~~~ Loneliness and Hearts with Holes The times aren't so easy, they come crashing in to my soul. Took look outside, and looked at the sky. Contemplating life and the universe. Loneliness, hurts the soul, and forms hearts with holes. Maybe one day, it will go away. Never will find out, if keep looking at the sky.  A man breaks up, with one he loved. Drinks the memories away. Grtting drunk every time he hits the bar, and his money is running out fast. Loneliness, hurts the soul, and forms hearts with holes. Maybe one day, it will go away. Never will find out, if I keep going for the bottle. The gambler makes his life, tries to make it rich, through the cards in his hands. Knowing he could win or lose, and he could lose everything.  Loneliness, hurts the soul, and forms hearts with holes. Maybe one day, it will go away. Never will find out, if I keep going to the cards and possibly losing everything. A wa...
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Brittle Rose

 Another one of my favorites. Quite the metaphor as well.  ~~~~~ Brittle Rose The walls feel like they're closing in, and the death seems so near. The feeling of no escape, comes from the shadows.  And I'm starting to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? I'm staring to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? The dark cold nights and heavy snow, come crawling, and I don't know what to do. Just let it happened? The rose petals come falling off. What will remind? Could it be nothing? Could it be something? Who would know, anyways? And I'm starting to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? I'm starting to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go?  I keep walking the same cold road. Leading me to no where, but pain, it feels. Where is the warm sun's light? No where to be found, yet. The rose petals come falling off. What will remind? Could it be nothing? Could it be something? Who would know, anyways? And I'm feel...
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