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Where do you begin?

Each time you try to open the floodgates

Paralysis sets in

Infinite loop reliving your mistakes

 

Thought you were in control

Look how you’ve given up your addictions

You’ve climbed out of the hole

That’s just another one of the fictions you tell yourself

To keep you safe and small

Rock yourself to sleep

With “you can’t have it all”

 

When did you get so scared

When did you get so damn scared of your own voice?

When did you get so scared

When did you get so damn scared of your own voice?

When did you get so scared

When did you get so damn scared of your own voice?

Ohhh

 

Strike a deal with God

Your kingdom for a kernel of patience

You’re just another fraud

Who’d sell their soul for some inspiration

So help you

Lift this mortgage on your joy

Is this gift a curse?


What else will it destroy?

 

What unmitigated hubris

To stay silent

In the face of all this suffering

You wanted your pain to be useful

So then use it

Only you will know what it can bring

 

You could walk outside and taste the morning air

Or you could hide from arrows

That aren’t even there

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