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I am still too young to understand the differences between rage and harmony.
I sleep when the chance is mine but never for too long, cannot miss a moment
absorbing every bit of nothing I can.
You want me to be something but I lost my place in line,
so I parked the car in the garage haven’t seen it since,
not my kind of thing that’s from a darker time!
Maybe I will straighten my bowtie, maybe these pages will write themselves.

You looked me in the eyes didn’t say a word
just grabbed my head brought me back to the ground,
a place I stayed to long.
Sunsets make me sick but I enjoy the night something about the in between.
Sleeplessly distraught
all eyes gazing into a flickering light
I couldn’t tell you what I been thinking about but it is on my mind all the time.