Crushed like powder
little grains of salt
you knew i would hurt you
so is it really my fault

your wound is growing wider
my powders growing thick
your salty little tears
are making my soul sick

all the powder that i give you
is draining from your eyes
its simple white consistency
is turning into lies

Instant results
No room for mistake
I think this one
Might take the cake

The wind will blow
Time will pass
Not all moments
Were meant to last

Time drifts like the sea
You be you & I'll be me
Send a message from the shore
Ask the world what you're looking for

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Pop art
Walmart
Everyone has their idea of smart

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You can't undo cyberland
You think you're a leader
You have no band

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Pain
...Stain
Lion
...Reign
If you're the ruler
Don't complain