Why do I feel a need to hide behind polite?
I’m holding on too tight.
I can hear the cries of my inner light;
I’ve locked her out of sight
Each passing day brings tears my way. I can’t escape the disarray
This pressing mold won’t be controlled
Away with the doubts as I see your face,
Away with the doubts; your words raise me ten feet off the ground
Away with the clouds, you’re my saving grace,
Take the veil away, I see the skies are blue, I’m taking another way around with you.
When will I be able to come back, to something not surreal?
My spiritual reveal.
When can we become one instead of two?
This time is unbearably cruel when you are
Each passing day brings tears my way
I can’t escape the disarray
Each passing day brings fears my way
I can’t escape…
I put that mask up on the shelf, looking back to the place I knew so well.
You take me ten feet off the ground, floating the blissful way down, down, down.
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