ill-esha
crossroads
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This is the road I cannot follow
The bitter pill I cannot swallow
And all the fences start to mend
And all the edges getting hemmed
I still canât sleep
(repeat)
All these stillborn ideas
Weapons confiscated
Gonna need to float
Till this gravityâs abated
And Iâve spent some time
Sweeping up the ashes scattered by this fire
And thereâs no incentive
in these smoke damaged memories
Pretty pictures scarred by the flames of what can never be
Spent some time
Sweeping up the ashes from this fire
This is the road I cannot follow
The bitter pill I cannot swallow
What do you do? How do you sleep?
When your worst nightmare is reflected in the eyes of the company you keep?