Shalala.

Baby I'm so blind / You're far too kind / I'm made of paper / Blankly waiting for someone to make their mark / Will that be me?
"A thousand kisses for the morning sun."
I can't stand this vertigo / This dual reality dealt to me / The cards lining up against me / The white noise kills.

I hate traffic / Especially when it escalates / Their paths collided momentarily / And all of them began to yell.
"I'll just stay inside until I make my own goodbye – I just wanna be whole."
I'm bored out of my mind / I feel sanity slowly slipping away / I want to let my eyes roll back / Into their sockets, limbs limp / And lips dry, glazed eyes / "I'm tired of this reality."
I'll turn you over in mind / Until I force myself to stop / It's a tedious task / To get this train to halt.
"It'll be okay kid, got your ticket for the new sensation."
I guess I thought a lot / About demise and worse / How the silence fills the / Room, but the blackness looms.
"I'll be fine, I'll see you waiting in the sunshine."

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