illicit
exhaustion
an everlasting feeling of being incomplete
but only for today
will the sun no longer show its rays
disclaimer
this isn't depression
life's just a lesson
of what?
sitting here like the queen I am
watching time stand still
but I can still hear the clock ticking
why is that?
no one seems to know answers to my questions
yet they still find time
to try and teach me a lesson
what is it that you teach?
I don't understand
you might be less of a man
because I can do something you can
you've got too much pride
maybe I'm just rambling
or maybe you just don't get it
your gambling with time
and my mind is going a mile minute
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