On my face
I scratched out
Something like a silhouette
Around the golden ten like lambs
On my face
I’ve hidden
Away any embarrassment
Away from my acquaintances
I’m not
Sold on
Anything but half a dream
I’m not sensing a thing
I see a blank notebook page
And its my life and
There’s nothing I can think to write
I’m not se-sensing a thing
I hope you don’t see a thing, smile
Through every word you ever see
So what, you gave him the time of day
Twist back
And I am so green
All, dance around
I honestly give up
And de-robe
I see a blank notebook page
And its my life and
There’s nothing I can think to write
I’m not se-sensing a thing
Right side falls
Heaven gave thanks to you, I owe you to
Right side because
Heaven knows it should be so easy
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