My mind is dying. Sleeping softly, lying In a worn out ambulance. Gone in an instant, Singing meaningless songs, Six foot under is where it belongs Or so I'm made to think. I give you my thoughts, When they belong out of sight. You can't see them, but they've been caught, In your head. Out of sight Your skull won't save your mind. Ideas smash straight through, Space is taken and you will find, You're thinking these things too. Have your dust, but it can't love, It just keeps you up longer. All those thoughts I've planted, it just shoves, And your problems are now stronger. My mind is thriving, My sense is skiving In a fire engine, looking to gain, A one-way trip into your brain. Singing meaningless songs, In my head is where it belongs.Birth sign: Aquarius
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