Atlas
I want Atlas to leave my chest
Doing the right thing creates that pressure
The right thing is never easy
Atlas will never leave
Doing the right thing creates that pressure
And the world is housed in my chest
Atlas will never leave
The right thing is the weight of the world
The world is housed in my chest
The seas churn beneath me
The right thing is the weight of the world
Who knew the sky was so heavy?
The seas churn beneath me
And the sky threatens with storms
Who knew the sky was so heavy?
I cannot cry out hold
And the skies threatens with storms
The right thing is never easy
I cannot cry out hold
I want Atlas to leave my chest
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