My pen is bending
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My eyes are blind
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When my lights dim
The clips break
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I’m struggling
Too hold everything together
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My sky view shows a pilot twist
The sunset spirals while my flight dies
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I see the windshield break
But I believe a blank canvas can still blink
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I’m suffering
Too keep my passion from being passed on
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• The break down on the dead end •
• My pen scribbles life into existence •
•The one way spilts my paper into gray•
•My drive collided with my sight of color•
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The love of life
Drifts away
While my
Bullets create
Turns of O-pens
Circling back around
Too the plot of sunrises
The light begins a new trip
The wind brings back the shattered pieces
The glass is finally made to be seen through
And I start to see outside the review
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
My pen is bending
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Should
I
Write
• • •
My eyes are blind
• •
Should
I
Drive
• • •
When my lights dim
The clips break
•
I’m struggling
Too hold everything together
•
My sky view shows a pilot twist
The sunset spirals while my flight dies
•
I see the windshield break
But I believe a blank canvas can still blink
•
I’m suffering
Too keep my passion from being passed on
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• The break down on the dead end •
• My pen scribbles life into existence •
•The one way spilts my paper into gray•
•My drive collided with my sight of color•
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The love of life
Drifts away
While my
Bullets create
Turns of O-pens
Circling back around
Too the plot of sunrises
The light begins a new trip
The wind brings back the shattered pieces
The glass is finally made to be seen through
And I start to see outside the review
