Control
It’s so high up here
One step for losing control
It’s not ‘bout measure, but feelings
And I would walk away
Groundless
Forgetting the time and space
Saved by a good friend
That tells them my mistakes
Maybe I talk?
Maybe I swallow and embrace?
It’s just a feather to cut through
For you to listen my graces
So high up there
Some notes in the rain
I found the future and past
And I’m here to stay
An antidote
To clear my thoughts
The solution to the maze
The light shining in the haze
Of my
Of my
Of my disturbances
Solving the traps that I made
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