I see what makes me happy, self worthy happening, breaking bringing and seeing my self straight in the eyes. Took what was left, and let it die, still growing in the grave I bury the rage. Even when I say I'm alone here, I don't even try to find myself. Sick this mind falls to sleep.
Screa, screa, screa, screaming
turning in my head I hold it in with my palms and let it escape through my eyes and the heavy feeling rocks me back and lets me fall into the swirl that is responsibility. And if i could turn it away, but it consumes space and leaves no air for breath.
I can't speak, but I can see.
I can't Speak but i can see
I can't speak but i can see
and I can't speak but I can see
Wrapping arms that dress you, the motivation! IT'S GREED.
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