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A wise man once said
If you can't find the key
Sometimes you got to kick in the door
And that's some solid advice
But it's useless unless
You know what you're looking for
A camera lens can't capture
Its aperture is armature at best
So how I can express
How the touch of a hand can help you
When you feel depressed

If my mind is my best weapon
I'm better off with a fist fight
Bright lights blind eyes
As the world took a turn for the worst
I took a turn down your street
If I'm quick on my feet
I still won't catch you

Dickinson and Shakespeare speak
In riddles I feel incomplete
But you finish my sentence flawlessly
Life's prison isn't horrible with you
Devastation coming quickly into view
And yet I'll find a patch of sky that's blue
So long as you're coming back soon

If my mind is my best weapon
I'm better off with a fist fight
Bright lights blind eyes
As the world took a turn for the worst
I took a turn down your street
If I'm quick on my feet
I still won't catch you

And I've come to find
If I picture life like a TV show
Then I won't feel so alone
But honestly I'm prone to victimize
I'll take an issue blow it up to a bigger size
But speculation only causes me to realize
That I'm a bit too much
A lot less luck would serve me right
And maybe I should learn to control
Whatever I think at night
So if it's unclear
Let me shed a little light
Context always overpowers sight

If my mind is my best weapon
I'm better off with a fist fight
Bright lights blind eyes
As the world took a turn for the worst
I took a turn down your street
If I'm quick on my feet
I still won't catch you