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The maddening thought - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. Envy the hold you have on me. Perplexed, why I don't own you the same. Beyond the show of a perfect life, I worry. Will he choose another, is not what will slit and ache. Will she have that enviable hold on him? What if she does.
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July 2011 - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. The courses of true love never did run smooth. Those deep brown eyes,. Like the colour of a damp tree bark. That innocent, moving smile,. Like that of a playing child. Those locks, velvet smooth. And those arms powerful. I love to Hate:.
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Own - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. The courses of true love never did run smooth. Those deep brown eyes,. Like the colour of a damp tree bark. That innocent, moving smile,. Like that of a playing child. Those locks, velvet smooth. And those arms powerful. I love to Hate:.
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Went over to the other side - Riot in my head
http://myshelle-congeries.blogspot.com/2012/10/went-over-to-other-side.html
Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. Went over to the other side. I had a dream,. I was standing atop a cliff,. Stood for hours on end. The wind in my hair. The sound of loneliness filling my mind. My eyes were closed. My palms made into a fist. A chill ran down my spine.
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March 2011 - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. I will be looking over you soon from heaven. Oh beloved one,. Will you hold my trembling hand? Will you be there when shadows cloud my soul? Oh beloved one,. Will you bring back hope? Will you brighten my day with your smile? People who'v...
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Your own bedlam - Riot in my head
http://myshelle-congeries.blogspot.com/2012/12/to-cry-yourself-to-sleep.html
Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. To cry yourself to sleep. A martyr to it or not, the thought of it makes you cringe. Saddens your heart to no end. But If you think that is the worst a wounded heart could endure, you're mistaken. Hoping it will end. You beg it to stop.
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November 2010 - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. My soul, what unrest it shelters. Sinking deeper into a chaotic mess. I roll over, like. Turning a page of a scary chapter. But I’m back where I first began reading. It’s happening over and over again. Its grip getting tighter and tighter.
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December 2012 - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. To cry yourself to sleep. A martyr to it or not, the thought of it makes you cringe. Saddens your heart to no end. But If you think that is the worst a wounded heart could endure, you're mistaken. Hoping it will end. You beg it to stop.
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Aftermath of love - Riot in my head
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. Do unto other before they do unto you. Slit their throats, watch while they bleed, and laugh while they slowly but surely lose life from their eyes. Isn't that how the world works? Isn't that how we work? When does it start? And there the...
