Sometimes
Sometimes my mind is just crowded
All these pessimistic thoughts, I’m enshrouded
Bounded by these thoughts, as they shouted
In the end all I am is wounded.
Sometimes my heart is just vacant
It all just seems so blatant
I am the type who is very inpatient
Because it feels like I will not make it
Sometimes
It really feels like that
Sometimes
It’s all that I feel
But I have to look at the other times, and keep sprinting till that wound finally heals
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
Sometimes
Sometimes my mind is just crowded
All these pessimistic thoughts, I’m enshrouded
Bounded by these thoughts, as they shouted
In the end all I am is wounded.
Sometimes my heart is just vacant
It all just seems so blatant
I am the type who is very inpatient
Because it feels like I will not make it
Sometimes
It really feels like that
Sometimes
It’s all that I feel
But I have to look at the other times, and keep sprinting till that wound finally heals
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