Gods getting tired of my shit
He doesnt know how to deal with it
Welcome to my world
Welcome to i dont know how to function town
I dont do that much with my time
Nothing but brainstorm spoken rhyme
There ain't much to worry
But i keep getting tired and i dont know how
I am on the verge of getting sentimental
Its ok to cry sometimes
Talking in the dead of night
To myself, i listen right?
Rising sun shows me ways
To push myself at my dismay
Candles keep me in my room
I think sometimes
That its my doom
He doesnt know how to deal with it
Welcome to my world
Welcome to i dont know how to function town
I dont do that much with my time
Nothing but brainstorm spoken rhyme
There ain't much to worry
But i keep getting tired and i dont know how
I am on the verge of getting sentimental
Its ok to cry sometimes
Talking in the dead of night
To myself, i listen right?
Rising sun shows me ways
To push myself at my dismay
Candles keep me in my room
I think sometimes
That its my doom
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