Alyssa Diane Biography

Mirrors
Alyssa Jenkins
“Acoustic.”
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Every day grows harder,
Some days I can barely drag myself out of bed,
To grab a drink of water,
The memories all replay inside my head,
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I’m from cobblestone streets and warm sweet tea,
And the memories that seem to remind me,
That most things sometimes end sweetly,
I’m from cold December evenings tucked in by a warm crackling fire,
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Cold as winter’s eve,
I stand alone, pulling my heart off of my sleeve,
The cold wind blows my hair around me,
I know immediately that I must be dreaming,
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The sounds come from all over,
The wind blows so fast,
The cries of a distant lover,
The dreams that go by and never last,
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