I Despair

In your hands

I'm trying

In your hands

I'm trying flight

I can't die

In your hands

I'm trying.

In your hands

I'm trying flight

I can't die

I'm flying in the cold breeze every night

Spare me all the strife

My desires never tire

But would it feel much better if I died?

Petty highs get me by

But how long must I live with this disguise?

Have you no direction?

I just sense pretentious signs

In your highs

Have you no direction?

I just sense the pretentious signs

In your highs

I hear the same old stories every night

Spare me all the strife

My desires never tire

But would it feel much better if I died?

Petty highs get me by

But how long must I live with this disguise?

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