Words come out of my mouth like scrambled eggs, and my thoughts make no sense to me.
I read my future and it bored me, so I burnt the bridge and forced it down like a bitter pill, only for it to rise like a hot air balloon and now it's inside me.
I can't feel my face.
A cold sweat comes over me like a shower, tomorrow recedes like a broken wave on the shore, and I'm left surrounded by my insecurities.
Please allow me room to breathe, or I'll run like I always do, and the sunset provides shelter like no other...
Dead weight holds me against the wall, but I'll cling to it like it's the oly thing I know. I know it's futile, but I broke my back straining against it.
I wanted only to smile at you.
By Ben Jones
I read my future and it bored me, so I burnt the bridge and forced it down like a bitter pill, only for it to rise like a hot air balloon and now it's inside me.
I can't feel my face.
A cold sweat comes over me like a shower, tomorrow recedes like a broken wave on the shore, and I'm left surrounded by my insecurities.
Please allow me room to breathe, or I'll run like I always do, and the sunset provides shelter like no other...
Dead weight holds me against the wall, but I'll cling to it like it's the oly thing I know. I know it's futile, but I broke my back straining against it.
I wanted only to smile at you.
By Ben Jones
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