My Borderline and Me
I don't need riches just freedom,
Says my mind when its thinking in white.
If that's true then why does the black come?
Who's bigger? Who's better? Who's right?
I want for nothing from no one.
If that's true then why do I cry?
When that ache swells and shouts from inside me.
Another stand off, truth or a lie?
Am I deluded or simply courageous?
I should know when I'm not gonna win.
But my pride kicks just to remind me
That darkness isn't a sin.
Who I am is still in the making.
Falling down, getting up and repeat.
But f**k it why count the disasters?
When there's ground still under my feet.
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