Can somebody read between these gray lines that tangle through my soul, my heart and my brain.
Because the sky in my muddled mind is turning darker than night and I think I just need to to be held by the stars arms tonight
I just can't seem to understand the point of fighting so hard in a hopeless fight. When I know the truth and the truth is a part of the lie.
Like tangled trees which are separate yet one in the same, is my muddled heart's hope and my tarnished brain's ache.
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