August 13, 2013

• My body aches, it heaves, it shakes
  All summersaults through so-called art
  And I still don't know exactly who I am
  I never will, amen.

   

  My panic research was no help
  I sink into myself
  Afraid of the fall that never ends
  I wait, but I'm too tired to play pretend
  I'll suffocate until the end

   

  As autumn turns its back on me again
  I climb the walls for oxygen

   

  Things happened in half-time, I'm sick of the bends.

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