If I could tell,
Exactly how I feel,
The taste of peace,
Or the numb game,
It’s probably a good sign,
Nothing intense is going on,
My brain probably resting,
In a mode called denying,
Or really it’s not,
But an untied knot.
But an untied knot.
If I could tell,
Exactly how I feel,
The taste of peace,
Or the numb game,
It’s probably a good sign,
Nothing intense is going on,
My brain probably resting,
In a mode called denying,
Or really it’s not,
But an untied knot.
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