My lonely
its in my lonely
that I realize how I am frail and boney
how harsh I am to me,how my heart is stony
it is in my lonely
that I confront my phony
masks get dropped and the acting gets chopped
who is my director why this he propped?
for me
why the truth I can't see
self acceptence seems so far and I stay chained not free
why is so hard for a girl in America herself to be
busy chopping each other down we can't even plant a tree
it is in my lonely
that I see how everything is grey
and how far from my actual self I sway
it is in my lonely
that I realize as time passes how much I fray
I know I am mortal and I am not here to stay
forever
so I know I have to be more clever
thats when I quickly pull that lever
wake up to heavy weight unloaded
secret to self love decoded
gather the pieces that eroded
start over
revival of the self is a must
it all starts with a little trust
it is in my lonely
that I happily found I
it is in my lonely
that I learned to soar in the sky
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