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And somewhere in the past

I think I lost the faith

I think about the future

It all just looks the same

I wonder if I'll ever wake up and see what I'm supposed to be

Or if I'll be here wondering these things 'till I evaporate

I'm always looking up and seeing stars like good, God

The messages I'm picking up: Some other worldly lessons

They talk to me in languages that I can't understand but I can pick up on the vibe

I relate to how it knows I'm guessing

All my memories in flashes like I'm sitting in the passenger and flying past these trees With my eyes closed

The sun behind them flicker color behind my eyelids

I see stop motion movies of these things I have repressed

How cleverly it falls into ashes; I'm living through a massacre

Dying like the leaves that my mind knows

Those one inside them, bitter lovers like the time is all me not focusing truly on these Things I can't ingest and I just want to know

Am I alive

The way I see things, maybe I already died

I am cursed to walk through life just never knowing why

Always repeating my mistakes as I move out of time (right)

I just want know

Are you alright

The way I see things I think maybe you just say you're fine

But it's worse to talk

You might be better showing right

Receiving different shapes on different nights

Leave me to wonder, free me to cover these other colors

Be me to mother the children of what you buried here

See me, your lover being another believer but the

Things that you planted will never bloom in a sea of fear

I'm always slipping, I'm always giving you too much time

I'm always sticking to something that is already dying

I'm always flipping through thoughts around to look out for you

But you can never go out of your god damn way for mine

I'm always gripping the last little bit of sanity in hopes you'll notice me screaming with no voice to convey the stress

And I've been hanging here for so long that I don't remember me or who I was before I Put myself out on a limb for less

So God be with me as I let go of the fucking ledge

I have to know if what's underneath me is certain death

Or if there's always been some type of a safety net

You have to leap to know either way, either way I'll rest