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Undone

If I shouted to the angels
Would they even know my name?
I’m not alright, on some nights
Fighting the weight of possibilities
Of futures unseen
You say come what may
I’m getting nervous and anxious
Always starved for patience
Pathetic patterns form places of complacence
You say come what may
We don’t care, we don’t care what may come
We come clean so we can come undone
Mistakes as religion, we’re not alright
Then excused by tradition
We’re not alright on some nights
Fighting the weight of possibilities
Of futures unseen
Run, run into me
Run out of words to explain
Run like wild horses through the rain