it doesn't work out,
if you don't work at it...
everybody wants to be happy
peaceful
relaxed, free
loved
everyone alive
those who believe lies
and those who make them up.
reaching for whatever it takes
reaching for a one who fits our mold
where does mercy start?
where does it end?
sometimes a line in the dirt is hard and dark
sometimes the grey blends into both sides
no easy answers
we look
we reach
orbits are found
comfort is zoned
it's not just a loving machine
it doesn't work out
if you don't work at it
turn it up loud
fill my ears
flood my mind
if it doesn't make sense
then, make it feel good
take my mind
on a life journey
tell me answers
tell me secrets that I'll keep
show me your mind
in the notes you sing
in the chords I play
create
something from nothing
and put all these emotions
in place
put all these thoughts
in a book
tell me the truth
I can't seem to find
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