Thursday, December 22, 2011


I've been made fragile, but not made dumb
I've been made different, and sometimes I'm numb
They're all defenses, to hide what they may see
When the demons show out, they scare even me

Because in my head are whirlwinds, like back in Kansas
There's no comparing my anguish, or my stances
From flying high on broom sticks, to being crushed by a house
And melting from water, who I am I still have doubts

I thought I was good, but evils inside me
Simultaneously improbable, none of this can be
So many reasons, to call it all quits
Such deeper reasons, I can't let it win

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