they are polluted by my delusion they were born to ruin my tears are acidic and my burden is heavy my fears are basic and I feel incomplete already it's a lot to wrap my head around, especially when my feet are not on the ground I'd rather ride the clouds or catch a wave who determined that life had to be so grey, day in and day out paychecks in and I already spent it, this hole I cannot get out my teardrops are acid and my god I cannot hold them in any longer my emotions are stronger the longer they harbor.
the moon shadowed my soul as I break down, eyes glistening with crystal like teardrops, expecting thee yet overthinking drown, art thou still shining within your own lapse?
