bare with me;
not the top of charts, top spots
can take from you what is not yours.
The chores we do,
this course, we're forced
bring forth your youth and shed and sort
your mind, your matter, it's alright now
to say and speak
your own accord.
we fly, we board
the trains to nowhere,
show there is some hope, so go there;
where is my luck? where is your cup
it's over-flowing, your head is showing
your eyes are bigger than half your worth
your nails are bubbling, are spilling forth
with lessons learned,
you covet urns and yearn for something
bigger; something better,
something brighter than hers ('s that yours?)
well now it's mine,
i gave you this you can't define
my eyes are mine
they see through lies,
through all your spies,
through all your skies,
all your clouds and rain and oceans
I dare to look deeper
and deeper into the water
until there's no more water left
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