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Returning
My life of the dark
I still hope
Pulled into the hands of something low
Dive into new perspectives
Possible
It is of i
It's what your whole
Disguise is me
Passive drawings
Wrinkle writing in
Ripped to bits
Down upon this little
Tabloid head of mine
Strung up subconscious thoughts
Wake me up before you know it
And I'll never have a tear to shed
No regrets on the life I hold
And with, with that
Myself man wolf
No time for self doubt
Done living this impossible
Light of sorrow my conscience died
Inside of my head
Diluted diluted
My subconscious died
For all of you to to take a long gander
I'm calling not falling
Not falling into the depths
Of my self afflicted artistic expression
Of frustration
When is the time
I never get a sense of peace
Always lingering and hovering
The shadows looking back at me
The shadow seeks to disrupt all
I've ever known
But I push and pull
Against the ebb and flow
Against the ebb and flow
Against the ebb and flow
Against the ebb and flow
Written by: Brandon James Mitchell
