Turn your head,
Fist your hand,
Forget the bed,
Make a stand,
Tis your play,
Stop, you'll slay,
Resist the urge,
To break away
You have naught to lose,
You know you'll bruise,
I urge you still
To make a move,
Deep breaths,
Steady steps,
Jaw, set,
How you want to be met,
Grind your gears,
Prepare to steer,
You are far more,
Than all your fears,
You were born for this,
A sum of all that Is,
A tiny little spark,
That tears the world apart
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
Turn your head,
Fist your hand,
Forget the bed,
Make a stand,
Tis your play,
Stop, you'll slay,
Resist the urge,
To break away
You have naught to lose,
You know you'll bruise,
I urge you still
To make a move,
Deep breaths,
Steady steps,
Jaw, set,
How you want to be met,
Grind your gears,
Prepare to steer,
You are far more,
Than all your fears,
You were born for this,
A sum of all that Is,
A tiny little spark,
That tears the world apart
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