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Release Yourself

Racing.

Running.

Face what's

coming.

The ceaseless pulsing of the clock
And knowing that it will not stop
So fight or flight we all fall down
Where breathing was the only sound
So race erase to face the day
But tick or talk it slips away
You're grasping for the words to say
To more or less express the way

You feel - when everything it moves so fast
You reel - how soon the future is the past
To steal a little breath along this twisting turning road
To peel away this skin or else explode

Raise your hand
Never hide the things that you are feeling
Release yourself, release yourself
Understand
Every kind of hurt needs time for healing
Release yourself

Thinking.

Knowing.

Tension

growing.

The things you thought evaporate
As words are wiped from off the slate
You wonder what a mess they'll make
Conspiracy to complicate
The tension in your head and hands
Has grown much more than you can stand
You think you hear the laughing gods
But still somehow against the odds

You hope - though hope alone won't make it so
You cope - for things aren't all that bad you know
To wake up every morning with a smile upon your face
To take a moment time cannot replace

Raise your hand
Never hide the things that you are feeling
Release yourself, release yourself
Understand
Every kind of hurt needs time for healing
Release yourself

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