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Dang im unhappy, laying down in my bed Dont wanna deal with all the thoughts rushing up in my head Let me find something to do, to pass this little time Thinking outside the box but scared to cross the line Im so sick of repetition, aint nothing really to do My appetite sparking up, i feel the voidness with food Smoking aint really fun, its just something to do We all idle right now so of course we thinking its cool We ain't got nothing to prove, but we try to anyway Rather try to fit in than be ourselves any day Aint got nothing in common so we make up something to say We make fun of any and everybody who won't cooperate We can't enjoy the time now cause we waiting on another day to come Can't concentrate on where we going cause we keep looking back at where we come from I know it's hard to forget because what made us was the slums But we must keep moving forward and remember that them days in done
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
Moving Forward
Dang im unhappy, laying down in my bed Dont wanna deal with all the thoughts rushing up in my head Let me find something to do, to pass this little time Thinking outside the box but scared to cross the line Im so sick of repetition, aint nothing really to do My appetite sparking up, i feel the voidness with food Smoking aint really fun, its just something to do We all idle right now so of course we thinking its cool We ain't got nothing to prove, but we try to anyway Rather try to fit in than be ourselves any day Aint got nothing in common so we make up something to say We make fun of any and everybody who won't cooperate We can't enjoy the time now cause we waiting on another day to come Can't concentrate on where we going cause we keep looking back at where we come from I know it's hard to forget because what made us was the slums But we must keep moving forward and remember that them days in done
Saeshak
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
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