At the bottom
This empty hole I've dug inside myself
Waiting to be saved
Catching a glimpse of light above
Those glimpses are getting fewer
Far between
I think about the idiots who told me
"It's mind over matter"
I had a mind
To lift above matter
Ever since I lost it the matter is too much to bear
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
At the bottom
This empty hole I've dug inside myself
Waiting to be saved
Catching a glimpse of light above
Those glimpses are getting fewer
Far between
I think about the idiots who told me
"It's mind over matter"
I had a mind
To lift above matter
Ever since I lost it the matter is too much to bear
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