I’m a coward and a half… I’d like to think you don’t know that.
I’d like to speak my mind, but my mind is at a loss for words.
Fear, it cripples, as I hide in bent repose.
My thoughts are paralyzed.
One day they’ll dance across my lips,
but for now, I will hide myself in shame.
Oh God, my God, is this really what it means to be holy?
To be set apart?
To be alone?
My heart deceives my passions…. so rip it out.
A change of pace. A change of mind. A change of heart that’s real this time.
That’s all I really need. That’s all I really want.
Where’s my head? Where’s my head?
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Where’s my head?
