All in Your Head (m.s.)
Slowly in her mind
Though blind to see
The white matter that lies beneath
Hiding amongst black holes
So what is to become?
Of one so young
Maybe it was the way she was told?
I've never seen a brain with holes
Shocked and wounded, the walls crumble and her tears fall
As he wiped his hands and wished her luck
Has someone shaken the hourglass?
Is life that odd, last shadows cast?
The tears stopped pouring at last
She reassured herself all was fine
No thoughts of death can creep into mine
So worried of what lies ahead
When this time, it's actually
All in your head
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