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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