The cloud cover encapsulates me
As I pensively attempt to walk away
As usual, I will inevitably pack my bags and flea
Subsequently, back on stage as your display
Know, eventually, I will slip back into myself
And tell me...am I worth the weight in smoke?
Doesn't isolation reach every one's oneself?
Feeling imprisoned on your yoke
My veins grew like weeds
Swelling ensued
No one knew I was in need of prayer beads
Clearly, as a result of my past, I detest how I am viewed
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