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tell me, what do you feel when you breathe in?
sometimes this air is thick as mud, and I don’t feel alive enough
trauma, is there a war beneath your skin?
sometimes I bury everything, but somehow — I still feel something
heal now, it’s time, honesty is invincible — that’s no lie, end the war, touch the morning, hold the night — dive right in
tell me, what do you feel when you breathe in?
this energy inside your guts — twisted, this insecure leaves you in knots — wasted, just wasted
I close my eyes till I feel better, don’t tell more lies till it gets better, from right now until forever, until forever
the road ahead is unseen — treacherous, but you’re just urged to forge ahead — reckless, breathless, restless
what is that?
when nobody thinks you’ll beat these odds, but you just can’t turn off this fire — it burns right through your rebels blood
the heat of night stirring in your blood, you might implode with just one touch
sometimes you don’t feel good enough — but fire burns through your rebels blood
you’re a summer thing, perspiration — drips from your skin again like fine…
