come inside my mind
bring a flashlight too
we all got some thing we're fighting through
puzzle pieces get lost
and i needed help putting it together
dark clouds follow me and it's looking like bad weather
charged my crystals on the shelf
put some sage in the air
bowed down and said a prayer
please let the storm pass over
can't i die from all this exposure?
the thunder rumbled above in the sky
and the wind blew through broken windows,
singing a haunting lullaby
like riding a bike in the rain
just trying to stay grounded
when the clouds are clouded
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