Control

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Your spine pokes out in ridges
When you lay down to sleep
When you leap into water
You always float upstream

My heart is in my throat
Yours is on your sleeve
You learn from your mistakes
I am left to bleed

I promise I'm happy for you
But I'm sad for you too
When you're feeling blue
Sometimes I think I feel it even more than you

That's not to say I'm unhappy
I love and live and laugh
But when I'm left alone
My resolve starts to crack

I want to feel my highs
As much as I feel my lows
Is it something wrong with me,
Or is it something I can control?



(A/N) Ok this is what I'd call babbling

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