mouth-shut, I must keep it on the low.
clay heart, silk heart, heart of stone.
i lay low
when you want to cry,
i
don't really know
why.
oh this sensitivity's piercing.
And i'm turning on fiercing.
when the tears on their way,
i'm turning away.
yes, I wish to have answers.
my thoughts' vaultzing as dancers
till they flop.
shall I command them to stop?
at times you sigh, i'm too much.
too smoking hot for the touch.
but since you need 911,
im the one that you'd call.
911
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