Vermilioncore
tormented by fear
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The waiting shall end
They’re packing their bags
anxiety and fear
at the door waving back
Yet the waving won’t end
And the door won’t crack
For the light to come in
And alleviate my hurt
So I hide in the dark
Afraid of the turn
Of the knob of the door
Will I ever learn
What it means to be me
What it means to be free
Meaning I can’t be me
If I’m never free
To rise and to fall
At the will of my own
And learn as I burn…
Goodbye.
They’re packing their bags
anxiety and fear
at the door waving back
Yet the waving won’t end
And the door won’t crack
For the light to come in
And alleviate my hurt
So I hide in the dark
Afraid of the turn
Of the knob of the door
Will I ever learn
What it means to be me
What it means to be free
Meaning I can’t be me
If I’m never free
To rise and to fall
At the will of my own
And learn as I burn…
Goodbye.
