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Deforestation
As I see people in the street,
Kindred spirits never meet
And I wonder in the forest
Running away from all this nonsense.
Everyone’s building up standards
For my tiny little mind;
Emotions feel like drowning hazards
Wouldn’t they be so kind?
Like I try to be.
Try to be kind to all
Forgetting myself I lose my sight
Peripheral vision gives me might.
Back to the forest I go,
The only place I truly know
Perpetually angry, perpetually sad;
Only here's a home I had.
Treebranches grab my lether vest.
The night hides me and the rest.
Peripheral vision isn't enough,
Where are the trees?
They cut my favorite forest
I'm at home feeling homeless,
Streetlights make up faces
Terror with etherial traces.
I'm hearing warfare in the other room,
Preparing for a war not about me
thats not letting me bloom.
like there was a flower to begin with.
Green TV rays grabbing on' the floor
I don't know what to do anymore.
Blinding lights flow trough my tears
Stunned by your fucking made-up fears.
And as you stand there in the door,
I feel your comfort just as sorrow;
I know you want to get out free
But the trees just dont agree.
Wait, they're dead.
Well, I won't agree, in their place,
As they comforted my face
And gave me a soft space...
Everyone’s building up standards
For my tiny little mind;
Emotions feel like drowning hazards
Wouldn’t they be so kind?
Like I try to be.
Try to be kind to all
Forgetting myself I lose my sight
Peripheral vision gives me might.
Back to the forest I go,
The only place I truly know
Perpetually angry, perpetually sad;
Only here's a home I had.
Treebranches grab my lether vest.
The night hides me and the rest.
Peripheral vision isn't enough,
Where are the trees?
They cut my favorite forest
I'm at home feeling homeless,
Streetlights make up faces
Terror with etherial traces.
I'm hearing warfare in the other room,
Preparing for a war not about me
thats not letting me bloom.
like there was a flower to begin with.
Green TV rays grabbing on' the floor
I don't know what to do anymore.
Blinding lights flow trough my tears
Stunned by your fucking made-up fears.
And as you stand there in the door,
I feel your comfort just as sorrow;
I know you want to get out free
But the trees just dont agree.
Wait, they're dead.
Well, I won't agree, in their place,
As they comforted my face
And gave me a soft space...
to rest.
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Erzsébet
Slay SLAAAY 10/10 there is a noticeable progress, great work, keep going ^^
thank youy, cant outdo the master tho
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