learnt too many things at too young of an age, now i'm insane.
In my brain,
nothing has changed yet, and it's still the same.
The sage
Selected me from outta here, look, the fast lane,
and i drive only half sober.
i don't dare to bring all the memories up, i'm too afeared.
Pale around the gills.
Fate has caught me off guard in my feels.
i thought time'd got it cleared, i'd come by as healed, but the wound's open still,
all connections are stirred.
pale around the gills
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