00:00I lined my need in perfect rows, each fear behind a door that closed
00:08I planned each step, I named each wall, afraid to stumble, afraid to fall
00:17I cleaned the mess before it came, pre-wrote replies in every game
00:34I held the reins with quiet light, so nothing wrong would touch the light
00:43But now I barely move or breathe, trapped by the calm I tried to weave
00:51The safety I designed with rage, has turned into a quiet cake
01:00But now I barely move or breathe, trapped by the calm I tried to weave
01:10The safety I designed with rage, has turned into a quiet cake
01:19So
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