I hide my dreams in mysoul
I hide my lover in my heart
I hide my nightmares in my mind.
A world so cold
told in fright.
Me in pen and some paper
just waiting for soon or later,
my taste buds will get me in troble
on a scale it says a number
that makes it seems like its a danger.
The fabric hides what is real, so many things i want to heal
so many things i want to say but hide in my own world
I open every door with grace
but
life is soon to them in my face.
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