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Some run
Some work out
Some paint
Some draw

Music is made to help a person escape
but would it be bad
if I used it to blast my chaos away?
Master of Strategy
You see moves before I can even think of them
a simple game of chess

but though you used to proclaim your skill
you still have no idea how simple it is
to play you

you studied the board
I studied you
strange questions
only make my heart shatter

perhaps one day, I will relieve the guide
one day I will remove this curtain I have you behind
One day





When I see you again
Oh, my little devil, if only you knew who the real devil was.
Maybe the pencil will help
the brush my voice
hopefully
by something small
I can find the joy
that I seem to be missing
Everyone seems to have it together
A messy but controlled life
and then I'm here

struggling to function
struggling to breathe
trying to find a reason to live

Why is it so hard
to figure out something normal
that can get me through the day?
Oh, my sweet little devil
You view me so high
put me on a pedestal to display

You hold me up
Comfort me when I'm down
try to support me as best as you can

But would you still hold me close
comfort my fears
if you realized I wasn't the angle you saw

Would you still wish to be near
if you understood
that is my biggest regret

the one simple action
that controls my life
involved you?

Could you still look at me the same
or would your view change
when you see me shy away from your loving touch

Would you leave little devil
if you understood what I did
that November morning?
Such a perfect life
Such a perfect time

no limits
no boudairs

Only extremes
are for me

Is it too much
to wish them real

and I didn't have to say
those words again?
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