Eyes closed. Headphones on.
I drift to other worlds and
Become a hero.
Eyes closed. Headphones on.
I drift to other worlds and
Become a hero.
Mysteries under rouge.
Secrets that hide deep below.
The puzzle of her.
Some come and some go
Then there’re the ones you call ‘friend’
Who never quite leave.
A strike of sulfur
A pop. A sizzle. A flare.
And fire comes to life.
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