What are you thinking?
I don’t know
Hidden in the dark,
like a monster under a bed
Blank face, no expression.
Your walls are high, but so are mine
You’re trapped.
In a room without windows
A straight jacket around your heart
It’s trying to pump; you won’t let it
It’s dark down here
Pressure.
Drowns.
My.
Soul.
I’m trying alright.
To piece together the way you work,
just like a potter and his clay
One day, you will cross this line
This fine line.
We’ll be alright.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
What are you thinking?
I don’t know
Hidden in the dark,
like a monster under a bed
Blank face, no expression.
Your walls are high, but so are mine
You’re trapped.
In a room without windows
A straight jacket around your heart
It’s trying to pump; you won’t let it
It’s dark down here
Pressure.
Drowns.
My.
Soul.
I’m trying alright.
To piece together the way you work,
just like a potter and his clay
One day, you will cross this line
This fine line.
We’ll be alright.
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