Inside My Head

Living inside my head

Everything between human flesh is red

Hiding myself from the real world that I dread

Seeing if I mead

Creating fantasies in my head that I tread

Will I ever stop living inside my head?

When I’m in there I don’t feel dead

Is it something that I said?

Oh I forgot I’m inside my head

We all do it from time to time

Makes me feel like a basketball player dropping dimes

Now I’m starting to rhyme

It feels like a bad crime

Hearing the wind ringing the bells making them chime

Making me get rhymes like dimes

Life isn’t always a straight line

It never will be from time to time

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