I see myself on highway one. Hair grown out, face still young. But who have I found? So I give my flame to the pain and vice. Appendage of great sacrifice. Hungry for crown. Tell them we are following the feet. The hungry moment when I cannot breathe. I'll gladly pay for this I need this new direction. You saw me frail and broken down. My fingernails were falling out My hair like straw. Cannot connect my skin and bones. A nervous wreck. Tell them we are nothing but machines. Pushed and starved by limits so unseen. Cannot check out of this. A life can flow as promised. Hold tight. What a roller coaster ride. Such is the weight of wither. Sit right down and wait to die. Sidelined, but you won't ever see me cry. I left you to fight your battles Why can't you leave me with mine? Such a long road Which direction home? Inner child knows What the compass shows And the hunger grows. Til I'm all alone. I am skin and bones I am skin and bones. Tell them we are following the feet. Tell them we will finally take the leap.
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