There's people all around
I move without making a sound,
I wasn't raised to be so critical
but I live mostly in my head.
I need to let off some steam,
life could be a dream
but it's a nightmare instead.
Dead are the hopes
I wish I never had.
Play some music in my headphones
and rehearse what has, and hasn't, been said.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
There's people all around
I move without making a sound,
I wasn't raised to be so critical
but I live mostly in my head.
I need to let off some steam,
life could be a dream
but it's a nightmare instead.
Dead are the hopes
I wish I never had.
Play some music in my headphones
and rehearse what has, and hasn't, been said.
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