The emotion is so silent
There's nothing I can do now
I fuss and fight with myself
And no one is listening...
I want my hospital job back!
I want my hospital job back!
Yet the echoes roar silently
I am all alone in this world
The soul's police are brutal
And the tears just never seem to go away
I left orientation yesterday, fighting with myself!
So what is self-love really worth?
I find myself in trouble with the law
For the law of consciousness never escapes me
It often lingers inside my head
And love is the dumbest thing possible
When you don't believe in yourself;
I find myself in trouble with the law once more
As flowers turn to dust
And I am left to stand with no beginning
I really messed up this time
But only with good reason
I stand the test of time,
And love can leave me at a crossroads
At any time
And I feel like such a rat
Yet who's counting the mistakes I've made?
It takes time to be a human
Especially a righteous one,
Yet I am righteous in every way
Let us fight to see another day!
I want my hospital job back!
I want my hospital job back!
Yet I want to grow astray
From everyone's wicked ways
People pretend to be concerned about me
Yet my light strickens them
And the only way I can disappear
Is to love myself again.
For love is not normal
Under any circumstance,
I try not to fade in the wind
For the wind carries me
And every time I feel myself falling
I get back up
Only to fall again.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 2nd, 2025 03:59
- Category: Unclassified
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