Time moves fast and
time moves slow,
lost my will man i don't know,
lost my fun and lost my friend,
one who called me out by name.
A rising tide of fear and shame...
Hold it back dear Dad,
I don't want it to go bad
I don't wanna be sad,
but I look a fool
my nose always begging to be scratched,
picking away at what's left,
junking out left right,
rolling under a city of great heights.
Gotta get up, and keep moving
you know?
Can you take even this brain, this heart?
Yes.
Can't be afraid anymore,
you know?
I know.
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