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Sep 2015
I'm blunted when the grey clouds come.
The grey clouds come when I'm blunted.
The stars always keep it one hundred.
Keep it one hundred like the stars.
They don't really know who we are.
Who we really are they don't know.
Maybe you could understand me in video.
Visuals can give you understanding.
But 20 years of being misunderstood could make you lose your understanding.
I bite at my lip when I'm nervous.
Have I really found my purpose?
Sometimes I don't think about it 'cause I begin to think if it's worth it.
I don't wanna miss this high.
The higher I get the more I miss it.
I don't wanna miss this high.
But in the morning I might forget it.
I don't wanna miss this high.
'Cause when it's gone this pain is gonna fill it.
I don't wanna miss this high...
Needed something to feel, but what about when it leaves?
TYRAN
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TYRAN  22/M/In my head.
(22/M/In my head.)   
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