and maybe i really am
but i'd like to believe it isn't true
but everything's been a race
and my eyes blur
and i'm waiting for the crack of dawn
for the justification
and not the crack of a soul dead tired
i don't want to be tired
in my waking moments i move
someday i'll take a break
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
and maybe i really am
but i'd like to believe it isn't true
but everything's been a race
and my eyes blur
and i'm waiting for the crack of dawn
for the justification
and not the crack of a soul dead tired
i don't want to be tired
in my waking moments i move
someday i'll take a break
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