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michael freeman Feb 2012
The longer I fall, the more I doubt the bottom
Will ever rise up to meet me and end it
The more I stare at blue eyes I’m lost in
I realize I’m trying my best to spread out and wing it
I have a little bit left at least a few hundred more breaths
To get it right, to stand up tall and not put up a fight
To a friend to a lover, let my heart see the sky
I don’t have to be my scars or the product of my lies
I could always be what you think you see in my eyes
I know I could be one in a million
But most of the time I feel like a disjointed skeleton
Pieces to a puzzle that no one is building
I would grow but my sky is blocked by the ceiling
So leave me here for the winter I need healing
I need to be alone to understand why I’m leaning
On all these liquor bottles just to stand
I’m old enough to just be a man
No excuses just the bible and a plan
I was taught better and worse than this
But I can keep on straddling this fence
So I’m letting go just to find a new grip

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