Looking way offshore
Suppressing what I have close
Always a missing ingredient in my head
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I have everything I need
Something deceptive whispering lies to me
What about an addition surely not an addiction
Lean into what you feel
Your understanding is the only real
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Daily attacks
Thoughts disguised as facts
Wrong directions eroded tracks
Cup of hope and joy cracked
Marathon in a circle until crash
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I’m not sure what to do
Any progress made feels like a fluke
Sick of self some days it’s all I can do to not puke
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I want to disable every clock
Sit in a corner and tell God all my thoughts
Be open laying all my faults
At his feet in the light I’m never lost
Plus I can’t translate what I feel to anyone else
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Am I doing anything right?
Looking hard but I’m without sight
Am I doing anything right?
Sometimes I feel a little dread regarding daylight.
Emotion Dough 