Eggshells
I'm tired of this one way street
Weaving my way thru the hypocrites
These eggshells under my feet will crack
Whether I try to stop them or not
The pressure in my head is building
This volcano is going to blow
Though I'm still trying to bottle it up
Holding my breath until the smoke clears
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