through the eyes of another trip sparked insomnia
thought I'd been up for (2) six days turned out I
f
e
l
l
Into it for nine
wish I didn't have to rely on you
believe in you
turn to you
e up to you
s
i
r
I'd give what's broken out of my soul
to trade it for a heart
So I'm not t,ra[p]ped in my mind
watching the broken fan in the corner
swirl it's dead air
Maybe I'm not trapped
Maybe I'm just a gl(
itch]in the (e)asily
(x)treme
(t)imes we're in now
A government about to crash as hard as me
and people on more meds than me running (away)
our great (damned) country
So I hit another (t)rip
giggle my way to the p(a)rk
I promise every thing is o(k)
and that everything such a bor(e
is so(me)thing wrong?
my head spins it's three sixty arc
and I start where I began....damn
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