Stuck in the space between
Where things are heard, not seen
Broken, with a price called free
Got lost in the entropy.
Found my role in a tragedy,
Treat it like its a comedy.
I wish that I could just be;
I wish that I could flee.
Cause I'm not waving,
I'm drowning.
I'm not flying,
Just falling.
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