Tired, is the feeling with which I’m always stuck
Dizzy, is my head right now, as the room spins round and round
On edge, is my state of being, not being able to not give a
FUCK
Sorry, is what I say all too often, when I shout and get angry
And the room spins around
And around
And around.
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I cannot write a competent rhyme
And this is not a matter of time
It’s more of an issue with talent and wit
‘Cause I’m not good with writing
This is honestly shit.
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