I hate how unfinished this one seems...it started out as a song, but I couldn't get a chorus I liked. I get to the end of it, and I just know there's more waiting to be written. For now...this is what I've got.
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I walk through the blizzard in my open-toed shoes
It?s becoming harder to see
The snow is falling like rice at your wedding
With the girl who is better than me
My skin was rough, but you still loved my touch
It made you feel needed
Then the stars exploded, and the sky broke down
It left your soul depleted
You turned away from me to find better things
Look at what fell in your lap
If only your eyes could meet mine again
I could save you from this trap
Please pull back your curtains so I can peek inside
Your house with the peeling paint
Her gown has been shredded; your tuxedo?s gone
Happy memories have grown faint
There?s fruit in the bowl that has started to rot
Brochures in the garbage can
Your looks have faded, but that doesn?t matter
That?s not what makes the man
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I walk through the blizzard in my open-toed shoes
It?s becoming harder to see
The snow is falling like rice at your wedding
With the girl who is better than me
My skin was rough, but you still loved my touch
It made you feel needed
Then the stars exploded, and the sky broke down
It left your soul depleted
You turned away from me to find better things
Look at what fell in your lap
If only your eyes could meet mine again
I could save you from this trap
Please pull back your curtains so I can peek inside
Your house with the peeling paint
Her gown has been shredded; your tuxedo?s gone
Happy memories have grown faint
There?s fruit in the bowl that has started to rot
Brochures in the garbage can
Your looks have faded, but that doesn?t matter
That?s not what makes the man
me like metaphors
