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Introspective self observation. |
| Looking out a window And speaking to my wind The guiding voices That ride remorse’s Every time I use harsh words That cut clean holes Into loving souls I regret the next morning The window becomes my gate To put my mind in places To give a painted comfort To believe my selfish heart That has always ran away mindless Into my souls delight Blind eyes into the night I fight back my tears To justify illusions Cartoon intrusions That move the chemicals In my brain And I shout out insanity To ruin all that surrounds me With my runaway madness Captured inside my Window’s blindness |