Stimulation: I Don'T Mind Being Left Behiiind
So blinded by tears
Fighting off childish fears
There's hope to find; actually, there's some here in your heart and it can be hidden in your wit
Sometimes, I don't mind being left behind come to think of it
And that's not all of it...
I'm, well, stuck in this tornado pit (confused in captivity)
Change is a challenging chore...my innocent, young heart is looking for above love in store and oh so much more to satisfy me in royal, loyal galore (being faithful in a gracious manner)
What more can I say?
To the core, I swore in my heart that I'll find the one that I sincerely adore
Paying up heartache bills of today
Vulnerable to the vibes of the vibrant sun (feeling tired and sweaty after the heat beats down on me)
My night is fading and a dazzling day has begun
Dawn upon me relaxation to sleep, oh dawn of the depths of dainty dreariness (positive fatigueness or contently tired)
Pardon me of my horrid distress...I don't know what makes of it, but it still lingers around me so - it hovers around me like a butterfly to the flower more or less
Masculine and feminine spirits have surrounded me from day in to night out
And it all started...when I was a young boy with unusual voices in my head - now, it comes and goes once in a maroon moon
I labeled myself different conditions and disorders for my purpose...but it was all for naught and made me think anxious thoughts
Drained out in dread...drowning low instead...but my head will reach the surface soon...
God highs my low and my depression tries to low my high - anything goes when the wicked wind blows and the blessed breeze blows...I looked up to others who walked upright and confident on God's route
In a sense, I feel good
Good...meaning not bad nor great...
Wait, I do still feel misunderstood
But, that feeling will pass like the ever-changing weather of California (sarcasm alert); no hate, appreciate
You are in my daily racing thoughts indubitably
Can't say I haven't forgotten you one day
I take one day at a time...tomorrow will be a cup of steaming coffee
You shan't be kidding me - are you still doused in dismay? Oh come on...lighten up one way or another, OK? Don't stray away, just stay...for a little while to numb my pain of sorrow rain, for your gracious glee is a fancy I dig I must say
But, hey, time passes me by...
Delighted if I knew the exact answer why...
Things didn't go as planned as it was intended to be
I'm a busy bee these days, so don't corner me with neglect and take away my mishappiness (happiness that makes someone go crazy) honey
All the other bees don't see me, shining bright with yellow, mellow might
I try to catch everyone's attention, but they all resume on with life and I get all uptight...
Because...
Not one would probably care to see me succeed
All they care about is succumbing to their greed
Honeycomb hatred...this sticky irritability won't stop clinging on to me with its stinging effects
I guess I was stomped on as if I was those poor diligent, dutiful ants - those treated-as-worthless insects
But...I never really mind being left behind...
I let time unwind till I find someone of my kind
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