Not too busy searching for your head and heart
I sing loud but only in the beginning just to grab your attention
Will you bare witness to these words that have been so hard to find.
Look at me when I say
Im not just another one of your fucking push-aways
In your life all youve seen, so sick and tired of all those movie scenes
Ill let you in, Ill pour you out,
Lets build you straight up, turn you round and spit you out.
I am hope.
Look at me when I say
Im broken and disheveled yet still working a double on your heart and in your head.
Not to be confused with the lines about losing them.
Im speaking truthfully, Ive spent so many sleepless nights
Just wondering will I ever be able to be your hope.
Your hope.
Shattered heart but youre calling it open minded,
Dare I say youre the one that makes me realize.
Our nights are not labeled as life,
Can we call them living
Ive found these present findings
To be directly connected to your secret-carings
Ive been speaking truthfully, Ive spent so many sleepless nights
Just wondering will I ever be able to be your hope.
Your hope.
I sing strong,
Will you just notice me
Spewing these lines out leaving my thoughts so dry
Just you know youre slowly brewing
A collection of moments,
My tangle of words should explain my lack-luster last line.
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