Other Focus


The cure was the disease
The disease, the disease, the disease to please
In putting myself in the final spot
There was something I forgot
You can’t teach what you don’t know
I don’t love my self so I go
On trying to love other yous
Instead of meeting my baby blues
And holding my own face in my hands
My love, my dear, I understand
You are frustrated fire
But you were born to take it higher
And I trust in you
You don’t need another to
So revolve the self complete
I fall at my own feet.

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