I feel green
blue eyes melt my insides
and lips of fire read my thoughts
trampled by the delivery...the surge
of emotions prevail
how do I leave this place?
do I forget my name?
I am not in here
and where I am , I'm not sure
classical obediance
I am not one to hate, but right now, I hate my hands
I loathe my thoughts
and through my pickled exsistence, I am reclusive
where is the light
I must turn it on
blue eyes melt my insides
and lips of fire read my thoughts
trampled by the delivery...the surge
of emotions prevail
how do I leave this place?
do I forget my name?
I am not in here
and where I am , I'm not sure
classical obediance
I am not one to hate, but right now, I hate my hands
I loathe my thoughts
and through my pickled exsistence, I am reclusive
where is the light
I must turn it on
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