8:08 from Hollowhead by Elle of the Wilds

The weight of the world has
Never made me this nervous before
But under the surface
You can't burn what you can't ignore
Am I just a backdrop
Less of a person, more a space
Or am I the forefront
When you look, do you see a face
So tell me, is what you see
Better or worse than my own perception
I don't know

But it's 8:08, 08, 08
8:08, 08, 08
Am I as fucked up as I appear to be
Or is it immaturity
8:08, 08, 08
Oh, wait

The fate of the world is
Not necessarily in my hands
Don't make me nervous
You said you would understand that
I'm not a savior
But the saving urge is hard to fight
Am I made of paper
Will I burn under firelight
So tell me, is what you see
Better or worse than my own perception
I don't know

But it's 8:08, 08, 08
8:08, 08, 08
Am I as fucked up as I appear to be
Or is it immaturity
8:08, 08, 08
Oh, wait

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