The Age is coming
All seems to return
My world is upside down
My heart begins to burn
Anxiety
Beginning to rise
And everything I've worked hard for
Slowly beginning to die
Smoking more and more
Popping harder than I've ever done before
Fading
By the minute
Mind racing
A thousand miles a second
Slowly shutting down
I wish to keep on going
But I've seem to hit the ground
Twisted
I need to get my head on straight
Before it's too late
And I become addicted to this state
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
The Age is coming
All seems to return
My world is upside down
My heart begins to burn
Anxiety
Beginning to rise
And everything I've worked hard for
Slowly beginning to die
Smoking more and more
Popping harder than I've ever done before
Fading
By the minute
Mind racing
A thousand miles a second
Slowly shutting down
I wish to keep on going
But I've seem to hit the ground
Twisted
I need to get my head on straight
Before it's too late
And I become addicted to this state
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