Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
Ooooo, I'll cut my hair
Ooooo, To make you stare
Ooooo, I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo
Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place
Has too many colours enough to drive all of us insane
Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead
Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet
Ooooo, My eyes went dark
Ooooo, I don't know where
Ooooo, My pupils are
But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Get a load of this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space
Get a load of this trainwreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know, the stars
Welcome him with open arms
Ooooo, Time is
Ooooo, Slowly
Ooooo, Tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place see less
A/N. I would change the pronouns but I don't want to ruin Robbie's work.
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
