Words are lines drawn
They keep me in line
I have sides
Dark and light
Fuzzy grey black white
It's to stand
It's to be truthful
Comfortable, live with yourself
To not run
To be proud of yourself
I can't wait for a friend that opens me up
I had such a friend, opened me up, dark and light
A lot feels like lies
'Face' I think they call it
I want to sing without face
With truth
Honesty
Hopefully there will be a crowd
It's not the most important thing
But I hope there are people vouching for me
As I am myself
The sound of myself
The scope, the voice
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Words are lines drawn
They keep me in line
I have sides
Dark and light
Fuzzy grey black white
It's to stand
It's to be truthful
Comfortable, live with yourself
To not run
To be proud of yourself
I can't wait for a friend that opens me up
I had such a friend, opened me up, dark and light
A lot feels like lies
'Face' I think they call it
I want to sing without face
With truth
Honesty
Hopefully there will be a crowd
It's not the most important thing
But I hope there are people vouching for me
As I am myself
The sound of myself
The scope, the voice
