I wonder if you can pry open my mind:
With nothing but a glance
And read through the lines of the storm that is my mind.
When you find the eye of my sound storm,
Please be gentle with the child who resies there.
Tell her about pretty things,
And shield her from reality.
Maybe it would be best if you send her far away.
Away from aches and pain
And the darkness that is
Her life
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
I wonder if you can pry open my mind:
With nothing but a glance
And read through the lines of the storm that is my mind.
When you find the eye of my sound storm,
Please be gentle with the child who resies there.
Tell her about pretty things,
And shield her from reality.
Maybe it would be best if you send her far away.
Away from aches and pain
And the darkness that is
Her life
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