My attic is full of pages, full of crazy
Cluttered spaces that you could not cross
My attic is full of bones and full of hopeless
Young emotions that just won't grow up
I keep hiding the keys in all these
Places even I can't find
Hoping, one day, you'll find them all
And I wanna let you see inside my attic
Inside this olive skin are paper thin
Illusions that I'm tougher than I am
And I'm guarded, castle walls from all the falls
And break up calls and never should have beens
walls
vindictive
tryna
tougher
these
young
never
falls
wanna
beens
different
olive
stairs
cross
silver
manipulate
could
guarded
hopeless
hiding
crazy
illusions
begin
brave
swear
awake
pages
attic
might
emotions
break
cluttered
castle
hoping
inside
calculate
paper
lonely
plans
terrified
change
night
bones
nights
waiting
calls
should
spaces
numbers
there
places
promise
pushing
secrets
stands
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