• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Lean On

Concealed eyes crooked
Clinging by a thread
People need someone
To lean on
Tiles shining and glowing
With leftover drip
Take my swagger
In the clutches of your hands
Helping my soul depart from my body
And the clock keeps ticking
Even if I look away
My efforts in vein
Supernatural forces pull me into the station
Floors left scraped despite my plea
Persevering with an attitude of optimism
For when the train goes away
A rainbow comes to shine its glow