There isn’t anything left to say about it
I just kind of have to feel through it.
And I don’t want to
But I want to

And it’s so exhausting having this battle in my head
For so long
When you were only here for so long.

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... this seems to say it all.

Something shifted
Something lifted
A weight maybe
Away, away baby.

I’m in my center
And I’m manipulating the scene
When I’m in my center
I manifest my dreams

Cluttered and battered
Pieces lay shattered

It’s cold and it’s lifeless
It’s dreaming of times when

It beat for the pulse
It beat for the pulse

And I try to clean it up
I try to fix it up