
In my head
Millions of tiny threads
Weave in and out
Filling me up with doubt
Awakening sides of me
I don't want to see
Millions of tiny threads
Yes, that's what I said
They flow all the way through me
I'm becoming someone I don't wanna be
Millions of tiny threads
They make me feel dead
Yeah, that's what I said
They make me feel like I wanna cry
So I write it down and get high
Listen to music by a lake
Knowing this feeling won't shake
Spark inhale
Inside, you're soul's frail
Millions of tiny threads
Weaving in my head
But the moment the sun's on your skin
And the wind's in your hair
You no longer care
But are intent just to be
No future, no past, just what you see
What you feel on the outside, not within
You're not in it for anything, you're not in it to win
But those millions of tiny threads
They never really leave your head




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