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Lately I've been wanting wings
to take me off the ground;
Lately I've been getting lost
so I could then be found.
Lately I've been thinking
some thoughts that aren't mine;
Lately I've been giving up,
my hopes have been resigned
Lately I've been calling out
until my voice is raw;
Lately I've been noticing
my very many flaws.
Lately I've been seeing things
no one should have to see;
Lately I have been someone
no one should have to be.
Lately I've been playing games
that no one wants to play;
Lately I've been hearing words
that no one'll ever say.
Lately I've been going mad,
but just a tiny bit;
Lately I've been feeling cracks,
my mind's a little split.
Lately I've been rotten
and having rotten thoughts;
Lately I've been thinking things
are something that they're not.
Lately I've been wondering
if I have gone insane;
Lately I've been receiving
looks of harsh disdain.
Lately I've been wandering
a path I need to leave;
Lately I've been dreaming things
one should never dream.
Lately I can't seem to get
these voices from my head;
And because of me so many
are now all cold and dead.
to take me off the ground;
Lately I've been getting lost
so I could then be found.
Lately I've been thinking
some thoughts that aren't mine;
Lately I've been giving up,
my hopes have been resigned
Lately I've been calling out
until my voice is raw;
Lately I've been noticing
my very many flaws.
Lately I've been seeing things
no one should have to see;
Lately I have been someone
no one should have to be.
Lately I've been playing games
that no one wants to play;
Lately I've been hearing words
that no one'll ever say.
Lately I've been going mad,
but just a tiny bit;
Lately I've been feeling cracks,
my mind's a little split.
Lately I've been rotten
and having rotten thoughts;
Lately I've been thinking things
are something that they're not.
Lately I've been wondering
if I have gone insane;
Lately I've been receiving
looks of harsh disdain.
Lately I've been wandering
a path I need to leave;
Lately I've been dreaming things
one should never dream.
Lately I can't seem to get
these voices from my head;
And because of me so many
are now all cold and dead.
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For Nice.
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This is a lot darker than I usually write...
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I got shivers down my spine. Dark and sort of haunting. (: