There is a witching hour
And she lives like she has all the power 
To throw weight around 
And her sound
Is a fearsome blame
When she throws everything at my name 
Like it will stick 
And she says he’s just being a dick 
But I don’t believe it
I saw his heart on his sleeve, it
Will never escape my memory 
Even though their war got the best of me 
As they pummelled my frame 
Hit me like every blow was the same 
I will never betray
Him by lying about what he say
The truth spills
And time kills
Everything it touches 
Nothing there is but something fucks it
Up
And love
Is no exception 
Except there is Jesus and his Resurrection 
That reminds me there is truth
And there is not just youth
But maturity
I woke up to the best of me 

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