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my heart, the perfectly shaped egg
oh dear, hear me out, would you?
i can explain it, everything, for you
it's a philosophy only one can understand, will you?

i'm not like the rest
i used to want glasses, freckles, and even braces
i used to rock back and forth like i was in a movie
at some point, even wanted to switch races

i used to climb the tree searching for the apple
i used to roam the streets in search of treasure
now the fire has been extinguished, there's no more crackle
none to call home, only issues and trouble to tackle

im insensitively sensitive, my heart, an egg
my whole life is a paradox, inconsequently
the softest at the core, basically liquid inside
but getting through, planets and asteroids will have to collide
and inside, there's something brewing, building, and forming
like a chicken giving birth to its chick, its transforming
and soon, it will break through the barriers
and hatred will be swarming

that's how you would remember me, that's the sad part
so i warn you now, not to overstep
care and nurture me, protect my heart and tread lightly, be cool
cause im a ticking time bomb, tick tick tick and trust me, you should have no intention of being around for the boom

what good does it do if my heart is an egg, but i'm surrounded with sharp utensils
how does it make anything better if my tongue has all the power and my heart has to deal with the aftermath
how does my brain even play a role when it knows what's going on and does nothing
doesn't provide a path to success
doesn't enable me to laugh in times of stress

the heat is rising, and like an egg, i feel my heart getting more solid, like a boiled egg
i dont know who is in control of the temperature, but i won't beg
i'll stand up straight, head up, and keep smiling
because the tension is rising, the right things, nobody's buying
i'm failing, but baby, im trying
i'm seeing way too many souls flying, gliding in Azure Sky 
there's too many people lying, oh my
there it is
there
breakfast is served.
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