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I find it hard speaking to others

Wanna guess how high I can jump?

The smoke filling my lungs brings me back from the visions

 

I have this condition

I get to play dress up all day

I have no fucking clue who I am anymore

 

Why did god give me this

I am a superhero

You’re a freak, no one will show you the way, kid

 

Maybe I can get help

Let’s play doctor

Maybe a fuckin lobotomy would help

 

Coping isn’t an option

I wanna be an astronaut

Let’s swallow these pills before we blast off, kid

 

Can I stop now?

It’s my bedtime, where’s mom?

I wonder what kind of mark I’d leave on the ground from this height

 

I want to be me

No, you are me

I am all of you

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benjaminwalker

Hello world! I am Benjamin Walker, young musician and a "head in the clouds" type guy, hope you enjoy the pieces!

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