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Theres tiny little words on the tip of my tongue

When I want to say I feel your pain

But what I'm feeling is because of me

Because of you

Because of the world.

Here I am, I don't want to point the blame

I don't want to curse the world I'm confused to be

Me, I am tired and I'm a burden

I feel this way because of me

Because of you

Because of the world

I wish I could hold your hand tell you alright

Don't know if I can

Don't know if the world understands



I whisper because my voice has gone

It trickles like dust, glitters in gold

Sweeps in the morning sunshine

I think how lucky it is to be me

To have the warm amber glow

Like the setting of the sun

To walk and look alone in a window pane

To have a bed of flowers and possesions

in my outstretched aging hand

I shouldn't be complaining

But I'm complaing for me

Im complaining for you

I'm feeling sorry for the world



Its a powder blue and wonder where it goes

Those nights, and those tears

When I feel inadequate, when I feel scared

I can't sleep, I twist I turn

You can't imagine, you could not see

Its black and I know when it comes

It hits me like a ton of bricks

Burying me alive I'm trying suicide

Scared of myself and what I can do

Terrified of me

Terrified of you

Hide from the world, in my room



Restricted to a classroom, the circulum makes no sense

Spin with the sun, spin with the flowers

Spin with the world of the old, come alive

Shake with the words tickling at the marrow

The darkness comes fast, yet we hid from the light

What are we scared of anyway?

I ache to be born to learn

Of nature, words and questions without answers

Theres angels in the garden because of my pages

Because of my words, teachers dissaprove



I say I'm more part of you, than you will ever admit