When I walk into the bar, I do not feel at home. I wonder why I bothered when I'd rather be alone. On the alt rock radio, why just boys singing the songs? I’m so sick of being made to feel my voice does not belong. What a shame that my body makes me less marketable. You asked if I believe in karma. Well, yes I do in fact, and I believe that what you've done is coming back. This forever search for purpose in the soft blue of the night...I know you’re looking too in this space called "wrong" and "right." You asked if i believe in god, well I believe in something...I believe in the mystery of something come from nothing. i believe in love beyond a chemical reaction. I believe in a secret trace--World Spirit’s satisfaction. I believe in something greater than what is seen, but all i've ever known for sure is it’s time for me to sleep.
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