The world is coming in slowly, crazy,
I’m going to be mad, i feel it coming slowly
My surrounding’s is turning, whirling, like a tornado
I’m trying to separate the lies, between the truths, too much got hold of me to do so
Waiting for things to go calm, because i can’t separate what’s in now
just going with the flow, even though it goes against what i know.
Whatever. Just let it go.
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