Work in Progress (WIP)
Where do we come from? Where do we go? Finding a place To call ourselves what’s home Draining oneself on a blue light screen Feeling tired of all of this January 6th. Not much I missed Just some people running for nothing That they will never admit Watching it on the blue light screen Running on the surf on the web Tired if it all, shut it off cause in the end I’m losing my reality on this I doubt every word I make I'm just trying to get on For my own sake Holding for dear life Cause I don’t know where I'll be in twenty years
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