Do you ever want the best for me?
Ever realize, that I struggle with emotions,
With being out in reality, with interactions of strangers and foe
I put my cards in one basket, twice.
They bluffed.
Would you?
Call mine?
The record subtly spinning,
Music has always accompanied my psychosis
Makes me feel tall.
Just the interior monologue of my youth and the days I was never around
I’m all full
Filled up with yesterdays
And regrets
Where is my hero?
To save me from tears and blankets
To hold my hand when I sleep,
And make sure I believe in Ever After
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Do you ever want the best for me?
Ever realize, that I struggle with emotions,
With being out in reality, with interactions of strangers and foe
I put my cards in one basket, twice.
They bluffed.
Would you?
Call mine?
The record subtly spinning,
Music has always accompanied my psychosis
Makes me feel tall.
Just the interior monologue of my youth and the days I was never around
I’m all full
Filled up with yesterdays
And regrets
Where is my hero?
To save me from tears and blankets
To hold my hand when I sleep,
And make sure I believe in Ever After
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