Shit keeps passing through my brain and body like the aftermath of a quake
For the most part I shake the feeling, but shit's still got me in her grip, Oh Dip!
I breathe like everyone else and walk the walk that thousands have stomped, but my step is stumped cause the lumps in my heart can't find their way home.
Not as alone as I feel, the feeling is real and we all sing the same song but if I write the songs that the whole world sings, will my tune get played, or just me?
Who's really listening anyway?
I believe I've tried to stop trying to understand, but nature has it written in my path, Rita and thoughts, go hand in hand.
I wear my heart on my sleeve and bleed the reddest of red, when shit goes wrong, it was something I said
I followed the path that led me to gone, standing tall in a shadow, no one to follow
I'm told to be patient, but what exactly am I being patient for? I've heard this all before
You have your fun, cause your mind is undone, and I go on with my days like its all A-O-K! hmm, well, maybe it is.
who knows?
but what I do know is patience's a virtue and i've learned its power
Being patient was key, now I can see that I need to stand the fuck up and be me without all the drudgery
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