i begin to question my feelings
are they real or are they only like
the cotton candy at the circus?
my feet floats but my head is
lead weighted down on the ground
days pass by with thoughts of you
are they real or are they only
mirages in the rain?
my heart cries tears missing
you so bad, or are they only tears
of happiness that i'm free
free at last, free at last
free to th confusion of the heart
or free of the spirit i long to cling onto?
questions and problems are the worst things
in my mind
maybe i should just shoot my head
with some cotton candy at the circus

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