CONCRETE:
THEIR’S A DOOR IN YOUR’RE BRAIN & IT LEADS ME INSIDE
IF U WELCOME ME IN YOU’LL HAVE NOWHERE 2 HIDE
THE WINDOW WILL CRACK & LET IN THE RAIN
POUNDING ON YOUR THOUGHTS LIKE A LOCOMOTIVE TRAIN.
I’M NOT TRYING 2 HURT U BUT I’II PLAY ON
YOU’LL SEARCH THROUGH YOU’RE THOUGHTS BUT IT’S ME U WILL FIND
AIMLESSLY WAITING UNTIL THE TIME IS RIGHT
& ONCE U R CONTENT I’II TURN OFF THE LIGHT.
THERE IS A DREAM OF MINE - IT TEARS ME UP INSIDE
A VISION SO CLEAR - IT PROVOKES FEAR.
IT STEALS AWAY HAPPYNESS - & CALLS ON LONELYNESS
MY DESTING - I C IN ME.
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