When i walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face
my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves i get physical strength from my individual ways
meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled
rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel
docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill
drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled
they say if you snooze you loose
well i spend my days, dazed and confused
is it cause i blaze all day and fade, then that's old news
if it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues
don't get used to [bad word] mascara i refuse
closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing
but [bad word] alone makes it tough for pursuing
dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights
nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights

The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
left you for more, left the room hollow
many will fall, a lot more will fallow

you take [bad word] to psyche your mind
You take wine, to forget about time
you create a world of your own
where the [bad word]  will never be known

I work when the work seems like play
and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, i say
i work my way through everyday that i play my way
now.. hear what i say, hear what i say
makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations
the locks will open someday continued determination
restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations
and i will head for my destination
i stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness
drinking wine reminds me of what honest is
making me wonder where the [bad word] the logic is?
we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause
fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall
through the wall, through it all, who we are?
no denying that at 5 foot i still stand tall

The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
left you for more, left the room hollow
many will fall, a lot more will fallow

you take [bad word] to psyche your mind
You take wine, to forget about time
you create a world of your own
where the [bad word]  will never be known

Many will fall
lot more will follow
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