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letra de quality vs. quarantine - allone (usa)

i’ve heard the first one you bond with
you’ll think of the fondest
i know it to be true, although i know it can’t be mutual
considering her hardships, my negligent nonsense in youth
i’m cloaked in guilt from conclusions i drew
i lowly took her for granted, and i took off as proof
and so rebounded from that first love
girl number two was the worst one
her condition: head-sick, irksome, pernicious
desperate, endured much, regret ridden, i’m left with
a bad taste on a burnt tongue, spurned trust, worth crushed
but worked up nerves just to repair that first pure love
worked but the baggage too great
tried, but heavy hearts can’t take flight
third misses was a charmer!
hardly the snake type, wounded via fang fights
i could relate, cried as i aimed to elevate her grave life
unable to make the change and spitefully conveyed right then:
some misread “the hand that feeds” as “hand to eat”
and they bite

chorus:
i’m broken. don’t touch me you’ll get hurt
the only way to get love is to let some in

(horribly? broken love is a heart disease
caught early on at least, moronically i’ve martyred me
marooned in quarantine)

i’m broken. don’t touch me i’ll get worse
the only way to get love is to let some in

(horribly broken trust is my heart disease
like tony stark i harbor shards in me
and i’m sardonically marooned in quarantine)

i know i’m no casanova, but i’d like to cast a nova
to eclipse your captivating castle’s sculpture
really i’m just asking you over to help me meet
this week’s disaster quota
“intense” “advanced” or “cultured”
this mentally relaxed persona
is actually a fragile vulnerable bundle of nerves i control
with intent to use empathy to effectively represent life vividly
so although i project this interesting affection and equanimity
ironically my inner need to open and
let emotions in
to use my art to expose the gifts of life
and what we suppose it is
to connect and close the bridges
has broken and discouraged me
from getting close to them!

chorus:
i’m broken. don’t touch me you’ll get hurt
the only way to get love is to let some in

(horribly? broken love is a heart disease
caught early on at least, moronically i’ve martyred me
marooned in quarantine)

i’m broken. don’t touch me i’ll get worse
the only way to get love is to let some in

(horribly broken trust is my heart disease
like tony stark i harbor shards in me
and i’m sardonically marooned in quarantine)

once our p-ssion’s beguiled, it’s only a matter of time ’til
happiness dies and you’re trapped in a cycle
glad to resign, waiting to ravage the t-tle
waving a flag that is white, though i find despite an easy “break up”
it’s still hard to “crack a smile”. after a while
i found in my heart that i can’t trust it easily
but if i can’t trust my heart where does that leave me?
self esteem seems to be disproportionate
with my romantic “plot’s” standards i make it a “point”
to “coordinate”
often offer the universe, and all they ask for is “sp-ce”
i’m twenty-four to date, poor and can’t afford to date
pr-ne to disappointment or afraid to disappoint the lady
the gr-ss is always greener on the other side of the walls i make
( i guess that’s why they call it “jaded”)
as i asphyxiate beneath this armor and mortar laid
my thought is:
“maybe suffocating supporting the smothering weight
of a bunker’s haven, isn’t worth the cost of safety?!”

chorus:
i’m broken. don’t touch me you’ll get hurt
the only way to get love is to let some in

(horribly? broken love is a heart disease
caught early on at least, moronically i’ve martyred me
marooned in quarantine)

i’m broken. don’t touch me i’ll get worse
the only way to get love is to let some in

(horribly broken trust is my heart disease
like tony stark i harbor shards in me
and i’m sardonically marooned in quarantine)

i wrote this one for all of you
i found it on the lines of my stigmata palm wounds
you might relate if you hold a past that feels like it haunts you
(as opposed to hands of the people you talk to.)
feeling bad since you never give a chance
“people never give a d-mn. only ever giving damage
they feign to take and interest. but that’s backwards!
it’s an interest in taking they’re planning!”
disenchanted with romance, pessimism driven thinking
“every joyride ends in an inevitable crash.”
or a cynic, miserable, skipping taking advantage of life
sickened by men or women simply taking advantage in life
consider this: inconsiderate malicious people who are on the offense
probably only got that way once somebody crushed them
hemingway suggests the only way to know if you can trust someone is to trust them
the only way to get love is to let some in
quarantine can be martyrdom and can seemingly help
but be aware solitude and paranoia are diseases themselves!

the only way to get love is to let some in!

- allone usa

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