A song about the black dog and coming to terms with who you are
I am fighting feelings, twisting, turning and changing
who I have been all this time
and I will not be denied
and whom can heal my sight?
for so long I have been blind.
I cannot speak it, say it, know it, it has come and stolen the sunrise
I heard its truly beautiful
And does the end seem nigh? waiting for a miracle to cure my ailing mind
tell yourself the sunshine grows from fondness of your love
I am harming. failing. losing, falling, clutching, to myself and life and theres no plan, no wrong, no right, just the voice inside
so deep inside, it just will not be denied.
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