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Letter To Myself
I get lost behind the plot
And I'm skinny with regret
And I barely breathe enough
And I'm swimming in the thoughts
That I haven't got to yet
And I crane to rise above
I know you're waiting for me
I know you'll still be there
I get weakened with the weight
And I'm riddled with remorse
And I spin, but not the rooms
And I'm shamed to have to state
That I'm bottled at the source
And I sputter on the fumes
I know you're waiting for me
I know you'll still be there
I know you're waiting for me
I know you'll still be there
My mind is mute
My nerves are numb
But still
I know you're waiting for me
I know you'll still be there
I know you're waiting for me
I know you'll still be there
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