Stuck
I melt the chains with my tears
And heat the world with my blood
Will I get far?
As if distance mattered at all.
Soon, you die.
Why fear your dream?
It’s the one thing you own.
It’s the only thing that gives
you a purpose.
The pure scent
Of childhood
Stuck
In my broken mind.
Can I swing?
I want to swing.
I just want to swing.
