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wtfegoshit realization of stupidity
the first touch:
How can you say I hate you
I adore your total being
Against the human nature
Against all things I'm seeing
early realization:
But you are another ego shit
I won't put up too long
I'll find out my emotions
and turn them in a song
the why
The bad thing with empathy
is you'd like to help them all
Or is the opinions
of others I work for??
the synchronicity
Call it help from the 'above..'
or say it's a strange sync
But you gave me the perfect time
exactly what I had in need
the fucking trap
I asked for you before we met
you were sent to me
The balance of the universe,
though, has to take and give
I gave you all my energy
I felt the miles melt
Another weird illusion
I felt my ego dead
But, no! He was arising
disguised in endless love
To feed my insecurity
to be my mental throne
But I'm not a fucking queen
nor I want to be
I want to align with my true self
and stand on my own feet
So you 're my lesson's deadline
I always postpone
I can't continue living
where consciously I don't belong
So what did I find to justify the freaking bond
or keep it this way?
I labeled my weakness a term of connection
It was only a delay.
the lesson
You pointed my wounds
and where I need to grow
But babe you aren't ready
your frequency is too low
How can you say I hate you
I adore your total being
Against the human nature
Against all things I'm seeing
early realization:
But you are another ego shit
I won't put up too long
I'll find out my emotions
and turn them in a song
the why
The bad thing with empathy
is you'd like to help them all
Or is the opinions
of others I work for??
the synchronicity
Call it help from the 'above..'
or say it's a strange sync
But you gave me the perfect time
exactly what I had in need
the fucking trap
I asked for you before we met
you were sent to me
The balance of the universe,
though, has to take and give
I gave you all my energy
I felt the miles melt
Another weird illusion
I felt my ego dead
But, no! He was arising
disguised in endless love
To feed my insecurity
to be my mental throne
But I'm not a fucking queen
nor I want to be
I want to align with my true self
and stand on my own feet
So you 're my lesson's deadline
I always postpone
I can't continue living
where consciously I don't belong
So what did I find to justify the freaking bond
or keep it this way?
I labeled my weakness a term of connection
It was only a delay.
the lesson
You pointed my wounds
and where I need to grow
But babe you aren't ready
your frequency is too low
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