I'll find other ways to write them
These are songs that found their way through
From my mind and all into
These sounds and recollections of synthsound
That've been waiting for far too long
Got some help with one of them now
And it sounds even better to bow
Cause it feels like broken mirrors
And sweet candy is so near us
If we reach out with our hands now
maybe we can grab it somehow
Maybe we can taste the sugar
or maybe sawdust is the flavour.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"
out.
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