Burden Of A Thought
Speculate, the past and gone and second guess, our very, first impression.
Under a veil, of fun and light, open eyes are, copping out, down.
And I, wanna lie here, ready to believe, place down, what is out reach.
Within, the burden of a, thought to haunt me, ignorance is as blissful, as it comes.
Bred within, not to think twice, these closeted, fascists, are coming out.
When too truthful a mood, outweighs a lie, balancing on damages and what is right.
And I, wanna lie here, ready to believe, place down, what is out reach.
Within, the burden of a, thought to haunt me, ignorance is as blissful, as it comes.
And I, wanna lie here, ready to believe, place down, what is out reach.
Within, the burden of a, thought to haunt me, ignorance is as blissful, as it comes.
And I, wanna lie here, ready to believe, place down, what is out reach.
Within, the burden of a, thought to haunt me, ignorance is as blissful, as it comes.

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