Sprawled against the glass keeping me miles above Earth
I feel the weight of everything compelling in this life from above
And below, asking me, begging me to push
With each finger until the tips are white with frustration
I see me. I see it all. Where do we fit in?
Somewhere in between I guess
I feel the weight of everything compelling in this life from above
And below, asking me, begging me to push
With each finger until the tips are white with frustration
I see me. I see it all. Where do we fit in?
Somewhere in between I guess
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