Can’t fight the fear
cause ain’t coming
in the morning air
yesterday I broke my heart
made of glass
now that I am alone
standing in the field
I watch from both sides of my brain
noticing noticing
observing how I am losing you
finding myself in the war
with my own weapons
you call me crazy 8
hiding from my imperfection
while I am getting stronger,
while the wind kissed my soft skin
I started to dance with myself,
all I was looking for is me.
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