My mind never stops
there's a fire somewhere
I can't put it out
There's a panic
Everyone loves to shout
I have to listen
To the 8 others
the are part of me
as they always have been
I just wish they weren't so loud
As I seem to lose hope
Everyone's doubt seems to hold
I feel pressed with the crowd
I can't make a sound
I'm just too burnt out
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 3:09 AM UTC
My mind never stops
there's a fire somewhere
I can't put it out
There's a panic
Everyone loves to shout
I have to listen
To the 8 others
the are part of me
as they always have been
I just wish they weren't so loud
As I seem to lose hope
Everyone's doubt seems to hold
I feel pressed with the crowd
I can't make a sound
I'm just too burnt out
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