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Losing My Head

I'm losing my head, Out of my mind Nothing makes sense. I'm feeling so tired It's out of control Life in this show. Heart's out of sync, And I'm hitting a low. Cut me some slack, I'm bearing the load. My heart's in a shock And my mind's in a whirl. Give me a break. I'm worked to the bone. I can't think straight, And I'm working alone. Forgive me if I Make more mistakes. My hands are now shaking; Can't keep pulling these fakes. Just give me some time I'll be back on my feet This time I'll try harder When the demons i meet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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