Pastel

you talk about
a colourful life
and the way we die
is concrete
the pavement tied to your feet
i can't breath...
without some clarityyyyyy
i think i'm going crazyyyyyyy
stuck inside this dark room
with no window with sunlight...
Talk about
everything else
like you have reason
break my neck
and also pick me up and guide me?...
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Credits
Writer(s): Ben Thompson, Lew Currie
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