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About to Bust

at the seams

I come apart

falling for your heart

breaking my hope for any art

that expresses truth at last

found my place at least

you aren't around to see

so come back after I have a laugh

not too funny

when you're on the other side

why even think of farther skies

you are starting to bother my eyes

with the time I decide

don't follow my pride

and you might have a surprise

waiting for you to come back

now the son is on the rise

not talking about his life

walking in the midst of the night

is the only way to gain the sight

never really knowing what's right and wrong

I must bid you a due

I have a long journey ahead

to the end of the line

and back to find

I'm not my own kind

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