Are you sure about this?

Him. Me. Tranquility.

 

 

I feel safe but strange, it’s not my game.

 

 

 

          My chest feels small

 

 

 

 

 

the rest is tall.

 

 

 

Higher and higher, 

even Jack will retire.

 

Once you’re in you’re out again.

             

        Why are you like this, just give in!

 

My heart is small

the rest is tall

 

shyer and shyer

away I’ll go

until I’m gone,

       

        twas a nice show!

 

Sorry, sorry, I’m not sorry.

I seem tall

but am small.

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