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The inside of my mind, the design is so complicated. So intricate, and it seems that thoughts can be so crowding, and fear does this rerouting
Excruciating Love     Never have I encountered such a plight In which my heart contradicts its morals. Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
The painting on your livingroom wall  the one with daffodils or an evening sky the one that's hung so tall for all to see, yet it's all a lie you will see   Hung within a golden frame
There's a road in the meadow parting it left and right a side where the sun rises and the other for the moon at night and now I have to choose the side I belong to
Thunderous applauseA steady, continuous chanting of my nameThat's what I live forThis is what I want
"How are we feeling today?" "How much have you eaten?" "Let's check your weight." "Have you ever hurt yourself?" "Are you hearing things?" "Are you seeing things?"   An interrogation
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered We're all facing different demons No one to go to
Day after Day Hour after Hour Time rolls by I'm one step closer Yet so far behind I can see the light  At the end of the tunnel And I'm almost there It's my light My own path
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