Hunter Skye Biography

Fist full of life,
Still attached to your home,
Vibrant and bright,
Until you live on your own,
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If the world were a mermaid, I'd see it through your cynical eyes
The crow scrapped its way through my chest, I'm alive
Each feather, a blessing which left
My lungs have grown mildew, as it gets harder to breathe
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I tried to paint a picture,
Of you & me,
A big old house with a scenery,
And with your eyes,
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Oh I knocked down your front door, just to find a chain with keys
I appreciate it though, fill my life with the displeased
[: we don't talk about it: ] x2
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In my room, you were sleeping in my bed,
I know you, are thinking of what I said,
Without a sound, I slowly got my things,
From my car, that s**ty dune buggy
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