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I feel left in the dark,
With a blanket over my head,
and as though the light will never peek through,
the tiny holes in the choking fabric,
And one sense short of survival,
it seems as though they taunt me -
instead of putting me to an end.
But it blows off in a sharp gust,
and lays lifeless on the ground.
My foot pushes it into the dirt,
full of resentment.
The blurs fade, and the glares soften,
and then i realise how pleasing it is,
to see again...
With a blanket over my head,
and as though the light will never peek through,
the tiny holes in the choking fabric,
And one sense short of survival,
it seems as though they taunt me -
instead of putting me to an end.
But it blows off in a sharp gust,
and lays lifeless on the ground.
My foot pushes it into the dirt,
full of resentment.
The blurs fade, and the glares soften,
and then i realise how pleasing it is,
to see again...
yup, grix's one is great.
It's good, but I reaallllyy like Grix's one.
I feel left in the dark,
With a blanket over my head,
and as though the light will never peek through,
the tiny holes in the choking fabric,
And one sense short of survival,
it seems as though they taunt me -
instead of putting me to an end.
But it blows off in a sharp gust,
and lays lifeless on the ground.
My foot pushes it into the dirt,
full of resentment.
The blurs fade, and the glares soften,
and then i realise how pleasing it is,
to see again...
With a blanket over my head,
and as though the light will never peek through,
the tiny holes in the choking fabric,
And one sense short of survival,
it seems as though they taunt me -
instead of putting me to an end.
But it blows off in a sharp gust,
and lays lifeless on the ground.
My foot pushes it into the dirt,
full of resentment.
The blurs fade, and the glares soften,
and then i realise how pleasing it is,
to see again...