god, my vision
is to clean this collision
this mess of confessions
including this itching obession
big words here and there
all im saying is im
alone in this fair
i gotta hold myself down
yes, but its hard with
all these frowns
im at a point where life gets
dynamic
im frantic, this mind is sick
god, oh lord
im getting bored
a prelude to insanity
but can you send me an angel?
ah, yes , it's a celebration
this collaboration, the fucking
imiation
of trying to be someone else
is killing me
im at the point
where i need help
i cant do this by myself
lord, here me
i scream
on my knees
begging please
clean this heart
my tears and this pencil led
dont match together
heavily said
when the tears are light as a feather
hold me down
lord, i need you
gotta feel you
hold me down
... take my frowns
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