Light

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Lyrics are words begging to be let out

Our minds are full of these whispering doubts

Like those nights when I lay down, hoping for rest

but all I am met with is 3 hours at best

I beg for forgiveness, I beg for freedom,

from this horrible spiral of a hellish kingdom

That kingdom is known as a human's brain

the thing that is wonderful, and is in no way tame

It's beautiful but in a terrible way

sometimes we don't wish to live another day

We need to live, but only survive

It helps and restricts, wanting to thrive

So I sit in this place, this dark empty pit

and I stare at that light that has somehow managed to stay lit.


~Otto

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