I hold up, then make it up, guess it's the ratio of myself
That defines, in my mind, my fragile fluctuating health
A fine line, and this time, a metaphorical reference
Just as I say I'm fine, I take a literal one (right now) myself
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
My mouth is my disguise, and bullshit is what is comprised
I live in a cardboard box of arbitrary lines
And I bide in the time I'm forced to cope with this place
I can't hide, when I'm high, you can see it in my face
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
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I hold up, then make it up, guess it's the ratio of myself
That defines, in my mind, my fragile fluctuating health
A fine line, and this time, a metaphorical reference
Just as I say I'm fine, I take a literal one (right now) myself
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
My mouth is my disguise, and bullshit is what is comprised
I live in a cardboard box of arbitrary lines
And I bide in the time I'm forced to cope with this place
I can't hide, when I'm high, you can see it in my face
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
That defines, in my mind, my fragile fluctuating health
A fine line, and this time, a metaphorical reference
Just as I say I'm fine, I take a literal one (right now) myself
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
My mouth is my disguise, and bullshit is what is comprised
I live in a cardboard box of arbitrary lines
And I bide in the time I'm forced to cope with this place
I can't hide, when I'm high, you can see it in my face
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
I speak this way, while moving
That direction, and I'm proving
That my soul is compromised, intentions fogged with lies
Writer: Stephen Carbajal
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