Can we reach the top or is this where it stops?
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing to bring me back to the light.
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing me.
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing to bring me back to the light.
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing me.
Can I separate my mind from my tongue just long enough to bring some clarity to my youthful thoughts?
Can I separate mind from my tongue just long enough?
Or will these walls crumble under the pressure of my heavy words?
Free as birds we take flight only to be shot down.
To never again see the light.
We are all told not to bite the hand that feeds us, but I'm oh so full of words that poorly perceive you.
Can we reach the top or is this where it stops?
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing to bring me back to the light.
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing me.
Can we reach the top or is this where it stops?
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing to bring me back to the light.
My mind is racing.
Nobody's chasing me.
I pace these hollow floors but they all lead to locked doors.
Our hands clasp so tight afraid of what we might find.
The truth.
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