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Bryan DeSilva

Bryan DeSilva is a musical artist known for his soulful vocals and R&B/pop sound. He has gained recognition for his smooth and heartfelt performances, showcasing his unique blend of contemporary and classic influences. With his emotionally charged lyrics and catchy melodies, Bryan DeSilva captivates audiences with his dynamic storytelling abilities. His music touches on various themes, including love, life experiences, and self-discovery. more »

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Jars of purple hair dye lined your shelf
With dull eye pencils, pigments meant to reinvent yourself
You découpaged the walls and hung up branches sprayed with gold
Finding ways to make shit shine, the life left in what's old

Your shine was just too much for that mean town
You'd try to give 'em sparkle, but they'd only knock you down
And when they left you bludgeoned, bruised, and battered on the tracks
You knew it wasn't in you to grow hard and give it back

You knew yourself in a way I never have
I drown in drops of water before I draw the bath
No sooner would you swim to shore and an earthquake split the sand
But you'd claw your way through rubble to my door
To ask me how I'd been

There were times when it was hard to be your friend
And even flames of friendship need some fanning now and then
A phoenix needs some embers left to rise from like the sun
And an alley cat can only gamble nine times 'til she's done

You knew yourself in a way I never have
I drown in drops of water before I draw the bath
No sooner would you swim to shore and an earthquake split the sand
But you'd claw your way through rubble to my door
To ask me how I'd been

So I guess that what I'm saying 's I'm not mad
'Least not with you, how could I be with all the hurt you've had?
I wish that I could muster something more than a cliché
But your shine was just too much for me to capture on a page

You knew yourself in a way I never have
I drown in drops of water before I draw the bath
No sooner would you swim to shore and an earthquake split the sand
But you'd claw your way through rubble to my door
To ask me how I'd been

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