like i've never really looked
her soul bathed in the music
a revelation that this is her
her hands never looked so worn
her mouth never so lonely
this song like a secret outpour
and suddenly she's real
i am afraid of the changes occurring within me
the steps i have taken
i'm unsettled by the concept of saying goodbye
of ending a chapter
almost needlessly.
i have a habit of holding on
of grasping and never letting go
things become heavier
and more meaningful than reality dictates
it's like a mountain i have to climb and then fucking fall off of
a mountain of my own doing
meet your maker mountain
it's a just a girl with too much in her head
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