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Messiness
Going through troubles
Hiding my mistakes
Wading in the problems
I kinda feel like a fake
Hitting the bottom
Every time I try to climb
I’m buried in faults
And running out of time
The clock is going tick
And I have nowhere to run
Because they don’t know
I can’t rely on anyone
Struggling to keep my head
Fighting to stay on top
Feeling like I can never win
Feeling like a flop
So I hold my head up high
And push past the disarray
I know that I’ll find another one
But that will be another day
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Glory Winzer
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