Through good there is bad
Through light there is darkness
Hidden behind a lens
Creeping behind my eyes
My misreading words and interpretation
Creates a vessel
Create a pocket to store
Carry and lift
In the darkness, hidden in the mist
Mistakes I didn't see coming
I get ready to use my fist
Figthing this urge of fear
That has been twisted in my head
Then it takes a dark tone
When overthinking I can end up dead
My broken lens sees am alone
I cradle myself
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