I try so hard
To keep my head above.
I fight for air
In my own space
And she moves
At her own pace
Im so sick
So sick,
Sick of being
Under tempered skies
And this is it
Yes oh yes
This is it
A perfect disguise
Can’t fight fate for fate fights,the most evil of eyes
As if you’re wasting.
Wasting away.
You say it’s a phase,
Lets call it war.
your lackluster filibuster
a sad cry of sorrow
No time to borrow
No time tomorrow


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