9 am.
My eyes are shut
my brains going wild
That feeling in my gut
Makes me want to be a child
I think back to yesterday
It was the very same
I wish it would go away
In the end I’m all to blame
My heart beats too fast
As the clock turns nine
I’m giving today a pass
But I’ll be out of line
Where’s the fresh start
The one I dream about
Even th...
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