The trees are breathing
My mind is seeking the answers to life
Such constant melodies of these thoughts inside me
Plague my remaining innocence with doubt and fear
And your big heart cannot erase the wounds that time can’t heal
No herb, no pill, can fix me until I’m real
And if nothing is reality then everything is fiction
Lies are life and life is friction between lovers and workers
A constant war that rages on neutral territory
And I, with my chains, can only watch with bored martyr expressionism
I’d save you all but I’m no help
I’d rather save myself
My mind is seeking the answers to life
Such constant melodies of these thoughts inside me
Plague my remaining innocence with doubt and fear
And your big heart cannot erase the wounds that time can’t heal
No herb, no pill, can fix me until I’m real
And if nothing is reality then everything is fiction
Lies are life and life is friction between lovers and workers
A constant war that rages on neutral territory
And I, with my chains, can only watch with bored martyr expressionism
I’d save you all but I’m no help
I’d rather save myself
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