And I'm back
Stuck in this cycle
Why are we expected to live this way?
Stuck in this stifling house of hot air
Suffocating air pushing our feelings down
What if we open a window?
Letting out that air, letting it rush out and fill the sky
That would be the worst, would it not?
If you feel the love and support of a women, feel that warm summer air...
You might catch on fire, you might yourself be suffocated.
So go on, push it back on us, push us into the fire, mold us to be what is most convenient for you.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
And I'm back
Stuck in this cycle
Why are we expected to live this way?
Stuck in this stifling house of hot air
Suffocating air pushing our feelings down
What if we open a window?
Letting out that air, letting it rush out and fill the sky
That would be the worst, would it not?
If you feel the love and support of a women, feel that warm summer air...
You might catch on fire, you might yourself be suffocated.
So go on, push it back on us, push us into the fire, mold us to be what is most convenient for you.
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