I may be nothing in your eyes, but sleep is nothing in the eyes in the morning and you still have to wipe that away.
It was there for a purpose.
So lift those God given arms of yours..
Extend your hand..
Elongate your fingers from the position it’s in or the relaxation of a dead hand and remove my dream from the corner so I can wake up.
I know my worth even if I’m just a flick away from being out of sight and an obstruction of your view.
I would’ve loved being something to look at because you would’ve seeing me loving you.
Now you’ll see sand getting thrown to the side if you look just right but that more than likely is outside of your attention span.
A good morning is still a morning whether you say it or not, just like wait can be so heavy whether scale says not allot.
I don’t care if the judge try’s to judge, if a man tells me I’m a fraud
Cause my judge is only God—I’m in my line in my spot.
…people make me want to write a book
About how I poured my heart out and no one fucking looked
All the pages and fucking ink, I’m shook
Alarm wake me up it’s time to cook!
Get the fucking sleep out my eyes I’m fucking dreaming.
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