Spider webs are in my closet,
and my heart's suspended by their strings.
Oh my God,
I'm such a mess.
Just breath slow.
I see the body of a woman encased in glass.
She visits me in my dreams.
Now she's breathing down my neck.
And my shadow's gone rogue,
cause she's leading me on,
and my other half knows better.
I'm left counting stop signs for miles.
And every step reminds me how,
It's time to spread my wings and relearn how to fly.
Its time.
I've been hibernating too long.
God have mercy on my soul,
It isn't cured.
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