If my eyes are the windows to where my soul should be

Can someone clean them up because my vision’s getting foggy

And I can see:

The anything slash everything that I should be

But I don't wanna be like that

And bitter doesn't taste so bad

It tastes like no one will ever love us the way we do

All wrong

Tell me, are we all wrong?

I don't wanna think like that

I don't wanna be like that

Tell me, are we far gone?

Tell me, will we fall off?

I don't wanna think like that

I don't wanna be like that

If the grass was green enough but dull in my life

Would I even make a move or even try to give myself a chance to switch up sides?

I'm settling and wrestling


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