Scalped hisses roaring,
Couldn't quite trace that something.
Silenced in a cage for her thoughts being too loud,
A soul couldn't breathe during the dawn of the night,
An itched pain lashing out through the breeze to fight.
Walking strayed into the doors that's made up,
You are falling in the middle of aesthetics cause you are high mourning on self-love,
Mourning on life that's too boo'd up,
My soul has wandered on your body before,
Calmly swimming in your bloodstream phase,
Counting the stars that filled your eyes before.
I say I'm slaying on the highest ice celing,
You are not worried if it cracks open to your heart filling.
Cause I can fly into other dream
Just like everybody else ,
And Just like people with high expectations with broken hearts did...
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