sense of hubris is useless when the tables turn you’re the one making excuses
the fumes in the air don’t even include it , it’s like working overtime and when times run out your working over minds
your words
your actions
numbers never lie but in this case you’re actions intertwine with the need to survive and the need to be alive
step outside
back in mind
soul searching inside but I’m too lost to keep track of time
now I work to keep you outta mind
outta sight
now my minds blowing mines
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
sense of hubris is useless when the tables turn you’re the one making excuses
the fumes in the air don’t even include it , it’s like working overtime and when times run out your working over minds
your words
your actions
numbers never lie but in this case you’re actions intertwine with the need to survive and the need to be alive
step outside
back in mind
soul searching inside but I’m too lost to keep track of time
now I work to keep you outta mind
outta sight
now my minds blowing mines
would love some feedback , this was strictly just thoughts coming out of my mind.
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