Its one of those days where my eyes are two different colors
and my mind is running in two opposing directions
and my intentions are consequentially unclear
As I alternate between running and falling
and I hide my head under the cover of night [in the middle of the day]
I realize its hard to see with your eyes closed
and its impossible to listen to what you refuse to hear
Why am I in the mood to love what I've lost
and pine after what could have been
running forward with your head turned back
is the surest way to fall in a ditch
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