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Oct 2015
Let's talk about how we feel
Let’s talk about me
And how you’ve made me ******* cruel
I’m all about finding good vibes cause happiness is key
But I’m still broken as ****
No matter which way you turn it
You’re bound to get cut
Always the lesson, but I’ll never learn
Always looking down, chances are I’ll still trip
I barely see the lights guiding my way
Held down by the anchors hiding at bay

Ambition bursting at the steams
My follow-through needed work back when I played ball
Four years later, wishing I still played ball
But I’ll work at what I want till these knuckles are bruised
And these feet start to bleed
Everyone forgets since they can’t see Him
So I tattooed my feet
Cause I love to bleed
There when I’m looking down
What else is new?
Chances are I’m looking down

I'm still faking maybe
But I know you’re absolutely crazy
Trying to stay high
Cause coming down
Feels a lot like crashing
And what we had is burning
What happens when bones won’t grow again?
I can’t keep my  feet on the ground
Or head above waves
But she always reaches down to pull me in
Life is looking up
& I just hope she stays
GHOSTiePOST
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