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wish it was easy and I wouldn’t care what people think,
you could believe me when I say sometimes I’d like to shrink,
look in the mirror and I see a reflection,
but is it me from my perspective, who am I supposed to be?
our eyes are the windows to our souls,
but when the pain stops, there’s no more raindrops being caught in bowl,
of emotions I can’t control,
I take a piece of paper, paint a picture of my mind racing like nascar,
my art is blurry lined
head resting on the crooked glass,
I shut my eyes and hope I don’t start spiraling,
ten seconds on the overpass,
the fever rising and I go on my descend,
way down, way down,
to start the harvest,
way down, way down,
in a burning garden
run out,
stand across the street tryna not make a sound,
illuminate the tears as they fall to the ground,
and freeze away,
a mind of trickery I don’t have any say,
go eastbound, the last train,
another ticket that is burned into my brain,
head resting on the crooked glass,
I shut my eyes and hope I don’t start spiraling,
ten seconds on the overpass,
the fever rising and I go on my descend,
way down, way down,
to start the harvest,
way down, way down,
in a burning garden
I go,
way down, way down,
way down, way down,
way down, way down,
way down, way down,
in a burning garden