stand up #1
I couldn't even think about getting up here to crack a joke \
and if I did my thoughts and words would only choke
But when i'm alone those jokes are like the water and sun exfoliating the flowers of my soul
someone once told me when I laughed it sounded like whales dying
I wish I had the courage to tell him, I don't apologize for my soul crying
And if he wasn't gonna wipe it's tears.. he should probably close his ears
because my call wasn't meant for him
and to all the ones who only see figure
then it wasnt meant for them either.
When I speak I wish to make narrow minds wider
or by all means just see you when you're wild
because although my outs are laughing
I would love to feel my inners smile
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