A game to play forgetting you are the winning loser
A heart numb to a feeling of attached undetachable despair
Your wings broken to the height of freedom – although you beg each time to get out of this pricking kingdom –
Soul bleeding from the heavy distance with loving your identity – you have long lost the ability to change your destiny- held down by the magnitude of sorrow, the latitude of hollow - even though you imagine each and every second how it would be like – if you would just fight – to get out of your homely mess – if you could kill this repressing cold pressing stress –
And see the light of a new day –where nothing and no one can be in your way – where you become leader of your passion and your mind convinces you what you convince yourself – because you are united as one – as one under the sun – and no addiction could ever devil in between and darken the space of heaven you have come to breathe and seize –
You must become empowered by your beauty that you are stronger than any addiction – letting go of a witches grasp – you don’t have to gasp – in order to barely survive – you love who you are – a shining independent star – not locked down and hidden deep down in a delve under the earth shattering so far – where no one can hear your screams that rage beneath your dreams and cry for a hand to pull up your monsterly affairs – but no one cares – except an addiction that leaves you thinking you are alone –and nothing else could ever be in store – depressing you into a fit of hypnotized anger – that slowly turns love into danger – and loss becomes better – with an addiction -
I urge you to believe you are not captive, and this addiction is not native in your memories or in your hands – in your eyes –
This addiction is a foreign madness sheltering fearfully in you - until you remember you have taken care of it for far too long – until you come to face and linger about the reasons why it all went wrong – the addiction will race to confront any trace of you strengthening to hold on to a rope of hope – all the mistakes it bakes into a cake of un edible destruction – you could never get over the broken relationships or the unforgivable hardships or whatever tormenting scholarship – to enter your world –
You need to think of it as a project of minds – where you become the owner, the profiteer, the one who captures fears and changes it into money to buy a second chance – you turn tears into investments of smiles – change lost property into based policy – that you are the success of your drawn up picture – you are the production of a special feature- that addiction would do anything to tear – anything to bring back the nightmare - so you can glare – back into the silence of your wear –
Your story is not nonsense and there is no giving up tonight – there is no giving in – unafraid tell you who you are – tell you what you fantasize to come real – what you’ve always wanted to feel – no addictions – just your dedication – to be your own creation.
A heart numb to a feeling of attached undetachable despair
Your wings broken to the height of freedom – although you beg each time to get out of this pricking kingdom –
Soul bleeding from the heavy distance with loving your identity – you have long lost the ability to change your destiny- held down by the magnitude of sorrow, the latitude of hollow - even though you imagine each and every second how it would be like – if you would just fight – to get out of your homely mess – if you could kill this repressing cold pressing stress –
And see the light of a new day –where nothing and no one can be in your way – where you become leader of your passion and your mind convinces you what you convince yourself – because you are united as one – as one under the sun – and no addiction could ever devil in between and darken the space of heaven you have come to breathe and seize –
You must become empowered by your beauty that you are stronger than any addiction – letting go of a witches grasp – you don’t have to gasp – in order to barely survive – you love who you are – a shining independent star – not locked down and hidden deep down in a delve under the earth shattering so far – where no one can hear your screams that rage beneath your dreams and cry for a hand to pull up your monsterly affairs – but no one cares – except an addiction that leaves you thinking you are alone –and nothing else could ever be in store – depressing you into a fit of hypnotized anger – that slowly turns love into danger – and loss becomes better – with an addiction -
I urge you to believe you are not captive, and this addiction is not native in your memories or in your hands – in your eyes –
This addiction is a foreign madness sheltering fearfully in you - until you remember you have taken care of it for far too long – until you come to face and linger about the reasons why it all went wrong – the addiction will race to confront any trace of you strengthening to hold on to a rope of hope – all the mistakes it bakes into a cake of un edible destruction – you could never get over the broken relationships or the unforgivable hardships or whatever tormenting scholarship – to enter your world –
You need to think of it as a project of minds – where you become the owner, the profiteer, the one who captures fears and changes it into money to buy a second chance – you turn tears into investments of smiles – change lost property into based policy – that you are the success of your drawn up picture – you are the production of a special feature- that addiction would do anything to tear – anything to bring back the nightmare - so you can glare – back into the silence of your wear –
Your story is not nonsense and there is no giving up tonight – there is no giving in – unafraid tell you who you are – tell you what you fantasize to come real – what you’ve always wanted to feel – no addictions – just your dedication – to be your own creation.
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