IT WAS A STATE OF MIND 

Each time I look over, it’s not like I have anything better to do, 

Some will say I could do better, but I really believe I don’t. 

And it wasn’t the fact that you didn’t do anything new that made me cry, 

It was the fact that when I looked over, I thought that you would too, 

You didn’t. 

My Heart Crushed Into Tiny Red Shards. 

Isn’t the silence just blinding? 

If I don’t hear the clouds crashing, 

If I don’t hear the ground shaking, 

And my soul rumbling like a volcano,

I’m without a doubt, dead to the world and myself. 

Perhaps, in a few years, when the storm has passed, 

I’ll sing ‘It was a state of mind, it was my ego on the stage.’

And though the spotlight seduced me, 

I’ll whisper, it was a state of my beautifully broken, insanely incredible, wild mind.

Let’s crash into the abyss, with hope we’ll emerge with adamantine wings,

And soar,

She’s up there, in the air… can she hear the clouds crashing?

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A GOLDEN STATE OF MIND BY NANDITA ALBRIGHT