i’m not afraid of fire i’m afraid of getting burnt
all the lessons learnt were washed away in the flood
the water ran thicker than blood for sure, for certain
it’s hard to survive on the outside after being in
such a long time
playing possum to save my life
until everybody thinks i died
crying wolf like a child, i went wild
with the thought of viewing my own funeral
surreal and cinematic
weapon of choice is an automatic
dose of something tragic
like a beauty and the beast story
or anything make believe
in me-
pretend you are a priest and i am on my knees
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