"Looking at the ceiling"
In my bed I lay,
Looking at the ceiling
I see fathers arms covering us
I feel at ease
I listen to the silent night
I find my dream
I see myself in a black void
jumping all over the place
I believe it for a while
I feel joyous
Looking at the ceiling
I wonder where I am going
My head screams
I am just a teen
I feel incapable
In my bed I lay,
I feel my insides are going to explode
At the thought of growing up
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