Do you know what it’s like when your insides have died?
When a certain song is playing, you heard it and cried.
All the things you love in life get shoved to the side.
Always wiping away salty tears from your eyes.
You put on your happy face when your going outside.
The guilt and confusion cannot denied.
The energy from the storm has your brain getting fried,
dealing with the stress of those who have lied.
Without a word spoken you feel like a mime.
There is only one real cure, it’s from the passage of time.
Once you are cleansed of all the filth and grime,
you begin to see just how brightly you shine.
You spread your wings as you’re about to fly.
Understand that you are one of the rarest kind.
Soaring through the nights blackened haze you became the brightest star in the sky.
Now everyone will be blinded by your beautiful mind.
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