My thought are a mess.
I know every word I want to say.
I know every topic I want to address.
When the time comes that I may,
I blank.
It's like every thought is in a box
And every box is in this giant room
But it's unorganized and I changed the locks
And my lack of wording will result in my doom.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
My thought are a mess.
I know every word I want to say.
I know every topic I want to address.
When the time comes that I may,
I blank.
It's like every thought is in a box
And every box is in this giant room
But it's unorganized and I changed the locks
And my lack of wording will result in my doom.
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