There are faces, there are smiles, so many teeth, too many arms and legs and eyes and flashing buttons
all around me. Imma watching, Imma breathing, Imma pushing, Im’ma wishing that these walls would not be talking quite so loudly.  I have burned down once before, I pulled myself up from the floor and I am looking for a reason to stay standing.  But sometimes it’s just too much, it’s not enough, it’s something else
It’s so much bigger than my head, it’s too demanding.

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
and sometimes if you wanna hold on, you’ve got to let go.  I’m gonna close my eyes and count to ten.  I’m gonna close my eyes and when I open them again, everything will make sense to me then.

I have met so many people,  we’ve exchanged so many words; We’ve said it all and we’ve said nothing, but it’s changed us.  I have known a lot of men,  some were lovers, some were friends but all together were they merely passing strangers?  They’ll control you with their silence, they’ll control you with their words
and you’ll control them with your body’s coded signals.  In the wild, entangled gardens of our insecurities we lose our heads into each other’s hidden pitfalls.

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
and sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go.
I’m gonna close my eyes and count to ten.  I’m gonna close my eyes and when I open them again, everything will make sense to me then.  oooooh oooooh  Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow.  Yeah sometimes if you wanna hold on you gota let go, let it go, let it go.  I’m gonna close my eyes and count to ten.  I’m gonna close my eyes and when I open them again, everything will make sense to me then…  9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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