Do you think it matters what you think?
What you've gone through is not little
Does it sometimes hurt when you blink?
from lack of sleep, excess caffeine and a soul that's brittle
The life that was once brought into me
like a fire that's constantly being fueled
That life now makes me see
feel
realize
fantacize
filter...
Yes, i have done my share of filtering
and the whole share of lingering
and I look at the sky and exhale the smoke that was trapped in my lungs
and I ask the Lord for the meaning
The meaning of a whole
A whole is the sufficient amount of soul.
Song:
Eric Clapton & John Mayer - Broken Hearted
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