Why do they worry?
Do I really need help?
They don't understand what I feel inside
To them, I'm a dream, so full of pride
Berating me: incessant
Voluminous worry: effervescent
Forgiving; not I, not me
Yet still I fly: I'm free
Lock me down, chain me to my bed
Heavy is the crown, that sits upon my head
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
Why do they worry?
Do I really need help?
They don't understand what I feel inside
To them, I'm a dream, so full of pride
Berating me: incessant
Voluminous worry: effervescent
Forgiving; not I, not me
Yet still I fly: I'm free
Lock me down, chain me to my bed
Heavy is the crown, that sits upon my head
I'll let you interpret.
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