Hazel Testo

i turn to the floor ask myself for more cause the band in my head is singing out of key again and my truth is just a consequence of days where ive learned to hate myself enough to see that im afraid of me im just a superhero waiting for a call to the floor is getting softer for every time i fall theres no hope at all a circles a line that thinks hes found a friend and i am a friend thats just found out who i am im the jester of a kingdom left behind but i will get there just as soon as i have learned to fly