I found out I’m someone I don’t even know, I feel the urge to escape you,
so I can find love too.
When I can’t heal myself, or anybody else, know that I hear you.
It’s time I leave here.
Am I failing you? Well, you’re failing me too.
I’m tired, crossed wires, weird vibes and stalled desires.
Am I failing you? Well, you’re failing me too
Across some parallel divide, I’m fixated on this spot, in a vacant parking lot, where the world spins and forgets where my place is.
Life, so clandestine,
save some so I can claim mine.
All lost on you.
It’s time I leave here
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