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TORN - by Natalie Imbruglia
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around
Like he was dignified
He showed me hwat it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adore
You don't seem to know, seem to care
What your heart is for
Well I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
So I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn 
BLEARY EYED - by Jewel Kilcher
Bleary eyed
and sleepy still
I unwrapped you
of the morning
like careful fruit
with forbidden flesh
made sweeter by
the scorning
My hands still shaky
from kisses sweet
and the dark hours
of night's embrace
I checked to see
if fastened vines
my heart had left
in silv'ry trace
While you slept
I looked inside your chest
to see what there
was growing
I saw my heart
with quiet eyes
to your side its self
was gently sewing
I saw my heart
with quiet eyes
to your side its self
was gently sewing
LOST - by Jewel Kilcher
Lost
is a puzzle
of stars
that breathes
like water
and chews
like stone
Alone
is a reminder
of how far
acceptance
is from
understanding
Fear
is a bird
that believes itself
into extinction
Desperation
the honest recognition
of a false truth
Hope
seeing who you really are
at your highest
is who you will become
Grace
the refinement of a
Soul through time
ALL THE WORDS - by Jewel Kilcher
All the words I wish your fingers could feel
all the times I've wished
you could know
the silent sorrow
lying stiff in my throat
like cold
and broken teeth
I wish you could hear
the child that cries
in my flesh and makes
my bones ache
I wish you could speak to my fear
I wish you could hold me
in your arms like oceans
and soothe what my muscles remember
all the bruises, all the sour hope
all the screams and scraped knees
the cloudy days so dark
I wondered if my eyes
were even open
The days that I felt
like August, and that I, too
would soon turn
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