city lights scream out at the masses,
"come one, come all"
except to me. Maybe they sense my fear.
Perhaps I fucked up this time and said too much,
or not enough, too late.
Lights, cold lights, unlike mothers' hands
or a day under the sun,
yes. I am afraid.
Sitting on the top, it's lonely up here
all I want to do is reach down and connect.
No one understands me, they think I don't understand.
I don't understand you, I want to be shaken till I understand
everything.
I want to be free but I don't want to be alone
under these crowded city lights,
standing till my knees start shaking
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