all i see books when i look around
and all i see is grass when i look out glass of window
and so my soul is cold
and cubed
yeah my mood can be rude and crude
because i don't feel real love
yeah because i'm inside all of the time
yeah losing my mind
looking through blinds
of kind people
and church steeples
yeah that's deep
but i can't sleep
or creep
and so...
i hurt
like i have really been putting in some work
yeah i'm sore
but i don't want
anymore...
war of the world for me
yeah t God's daughter needs some hot tea for this...
ice water
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