You belong with me
facing the lines
the lines we feed.
You collapse in threes
let the doors collide
you’re wasted and fine.
You confide in me
bruised and left weak
shaped by His hand.
You belong to me
you’re no fiend
crossing the line.
The sing on your hand
with your hand
I’ll wave the sign.
Of your hand.
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The last four verses are delicious, overall an awesome composition. Great musicality and structure, and the stressing is gorgeous.
Thank you so much for sharing!
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