For just once, be yourself.
These little neurons are running out.
The liquid is drying.
Red is turning black.
And suddenly everything seems so dark.
Is this the place I hoped to be?
Is this the place for me?
Cautious mind battling over a playful heart.
Momma warned me but I couldn’t see.
Am I blinded by her warnings?
Or am I blinded by affection?
We are on our own.
And just once, we are who we want to be.
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