i'm turning 16 in a month
and i still don't know
who i am or who i'm not
my words come from burned tongues
drinking tea in the dark
my fingers stained with ink
and dust from the stars
i don't know where i'm supposed to go
my tired body, restless soul
they don't get along with my thunderstorm brain
and they think my heart's insane
i'm told to just figure it out
but i still don't know
what this movie is about
my words come from scarred hands
fountain pen by dying light
my cheeks stained with glitter
leaking from my eyes
i don't know where i'm supposed to go
my tired body, restless soul
they don't get along with my thunderstorm brain
and they know my heart's in pain
it wants things it doesn't need
i'll blame confusion but it's just greed
you can't have everything if you want to succeed
my lungs need to be full of smoke to breathe
it needs things it doesn't want
when it stops beating
my restless soul comes back to haunt
my tired body
finally at peace in the ground
the thunderstorm in my brain
reduced to the smell of rain
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