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I am an escape artist When things are bleak I work the hardest In my mind I escape the farthest I only go out side for ideas to harness Just another day Feelings of not being ok In my mind I slip away Where I can breath and play I think I will take all of my fears The ones building up for years Distort them until colour appears Or until music  hits my ears Every one out side is trying to get in to find some thing to shatter and break I feel like my passions are at stake Even though the ground is starting to shake To get in here allot of that it would take No matter what I am going to keep on dreaming even though you want me to wake The world is crumbling down Because you are never around Your not free in your mind; you are bound You are lost and may never be found In your mind you will drowned
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
Escape Artist
I am an escape artist When things are bleak I work the hardest In my mind I escape the farthest I only go out side for ideas to harness Just another day Feelings of not being ok In my mind I slip away Where I can breath and play I think I will take all of my fears The ones building up for years Distort them until colour appears Or until music  hits my ears Every one out side is trying to get in to find some thing to shatter and break I feel like my passions are at stake Even though the ground is starting to shake To get in here allot of that it would take No matter what I am going to keep on dreaming even though you want me to wake The world is crumbling down Because you are never around Your not free in your mind; you are bound You are lost and may never be found In your mind you will drowned
This was going to be a song but then I got lazy and instead of making a perfect chorus I decided it would be less work to write lines that don't repeat... I don't know how this is less work but it feels like it is.
ericmartin
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
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