music&manuscripts.

My rhymes and records, they don't get played. Because my records and rhymes, they don't get made.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

—Oscar Wilde (via observando)

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The Color Morale

—Damnaged

"Damnaged"

You did well, devil

Family life
It’s like puzzle pieces disconnected
Pictures frames will never find
This broken home my demons still reside
You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside

Mother, I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home
Am I a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone?
Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time there’s a storm?

Where do I go now?
I grew up in a house God built with the devil’s blueprints
With no foundation found
I went to hell to have some words with the devil about what he did
But it was empty
Everyone moved out

Mother, I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home
And father, I needed you the most
But I’m still a kid in aging skin
A hypocrite trying to grow

Every time I try
To bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind
I see the same crow on the power line
He could have flown to any other home
But he’ll never stop chasing mine

He’ll never stop chasing mine

It’s a strange kind of comfort
Learning to always love the cracks inside
Broken homes

Mother, I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home
And father, I needed you the most
But I’m still a kid in aging skin
And I will always love you both


“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.”

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.”

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