Vent.
If I want to, fly high, Then don't, ground me. If I want to, live my life, Then don't, hound me.
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Writing is my therapy.
If I want to, fly high, Then don't, ground me. If I want to, live my life, Then don't, hound me.
Some days, I feel so alien to the world around me. On these days, every touch feels false and every word seems shallow.
So take a look at us, And our lives right now, And weep. You shunned us aside, And you cast us out, Only for us to, Go and grow and sow and reap.
If I were a cloud, And if you were the sky, I'd float to earths end, With you so many times. If I were a star, And if you were the moon, I'd fall from afar, Just to kick it with you.
I'm the child that knew too much of a harsh world before he felt the warmth of its nicer side.