Cardboard Cutouts
My thoughts go too far
Roaming the streets
Hooked in my yed
Though I want to go
Too much time spent behind walls the light it burns
I don't mean to seem reserved I'm scared if heights
Oh won't you please stay out of my yed
Be set free so we aren't stuck up
The light spins round can't catch it all
But dark can hide the light that you want
Trapped inside my growing fort
Spun true tales right off course
Getting desired outcomes
Cardboard cutouts will fall down
Hiding from what is real
Rainy days all year round
Can't slow it down
So I will muck up
Loss of what is real
Hoping for too much
It's built up then knocked down half is awake
The real stones weigh a tonne so I hid away
Do this and please not that
What is good and what is bad
But from a point it changes up
And you won't always hit the mark
Trapped inside my growing fort
Spun true tales right off course
Getting desired outcomes
Cardboard cutouts will fall down
Hiding from what is real
Rainy days all year round
And the walls are crumbling
I can't see past the hills
My paths weave in and out
Only birds sometimes pass
Roaming the streets
Hooked in my yed
Though I want to go
Too much time spent behind walls the light it burns
I don't mean to seem reserved I'm scared if heights
Oh won't you please stay out of my yed
Be set free so we aren't stuck up
The light spins round can't catch it all
But dark can hide the light that you want
Trapped inside my growing fort
Spun true tales right off course
Getting desired outcomes
Cardboard cutouts will fall down
Hiding from what is real
Rainy days all year round
Can't slow it down
So I will muck up
Loss of what is real
Hoping for too much
It's built up then knocked down half is awake
The real stones weigh a tonne so I hid away
Do this and please not that
What is good and what is bad
But from a point it changes up
And you won't always hit the mark
Trapped inside my growing fort
Spun true tales right off course
Getting desired outcomes
Cardboard cutouts will fall down
Hiding from what is real
Rainy days all year round
And the walls are crumbling
I can't see past the hills
My paths weave in and out
Only birds sometimes pass
Credits
Writer(s): Malin Atkins
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