La Vida Loca
i am an open book, i am a closed book. You couldnt crack me, you wont, maybe if we’re alike you can crack me in a little, but just like how a light cracks in a window, when my vessel is slowly cracking open, or maybe its a looking glass, itll probably reflect back. I dont think you can, maybe you will try, and those i trust may come close, but then again, it will probably reflect back.
in time, you will hear but you will not see, you will search but you will not find, you will ask but you will not receive
and one day, its gonna be over. no more loose eyes on the days i wear my heart on my sleeve, it will all be glorious, victorious, a commemoration on where i took the liberty to set myself free
ive been keeping it inside, but you wont know, i wont tell, and all of that, gone in a split second
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