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City Lights

glimmering, glistening , the stars in this night sky Oh they can’t, oh they can’t. They can’t Compare to these bright city lights The silent screaming and pain can’t compare to these comfortable nights When the darkness takes over and the stars so far away ;yet distinctive in my eyes Tho the beauty in those are nothing compared to the colors in my mind My lies fall towards your lingering eyes these pathetic screams these bright city lights Remixing;delusion for simple human gaze Identity lost, personality stolen, painted vividly upon my face Oh the way you beat me with your emotions Oh it can’t compare, can’t compare it can’t compare to when you hold me tight Oh the pangs from the hunger so well deserved still can’t get my body right The butterflies ate from quick glances ripping out of my spine the mesmerizing love given yet not earner these bright city lights as the dimness on my mind contrast your colorful, beauty-filled mind I watch your lingering judgment filled eyes as they take ahold of mine The beating up of one’s self The shame for a meal eaten and thrown up later These city lights watch as I beg for help these city lights are my savior From butterfly so social To flowers planted within walls From infatuation to deep thoughts reserved for later to the loss of motion, You watching as I crawl Crawl into my position as a floorgazer These bright yellow-gold-silver lights brighten up this happy town More than the smiles of the loveless and lost More than the switches inside where one Lies safe and sound these bright city lights seen free of cost these bright city lights are the only thing keeping me around

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