I would like to write things. But its so hard to think.
My thoughts are escaping through the drain in the sink.
You prolly hate rhymes but come on I can focus.
Forget about your coffee and even the mochas.
Cause it's not about me and it ain't about you.
Its not about waiting for dreams to come true.
We all got some power, might as well use it now.
Don't say it's depressing cause I will ask how.
I'm done with dark places and its time to just leave.
And no, there's no problem with my heart on my sleeve.
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