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As I walked these streets
I started to compete, with the dark thoughts that tend to creep and sneak
I grind my teeth when I think about all the secrets that I keep
How much can I resist with no help to release?
Hours wither away in just a few blinks..
Running out of sheets, but not worried about sleep
In the zone, the focus is too deep, it's so discrete
My body starts to feel weak as I drift to where you can't reach
Going with the flow adjusting to the next beat
I just have a seat and write what feels steep
But make no mistake, in reality you weep
Longing for someone to understand what you seek
To understand the reason why it repeats
Now wondering if it was right, what you chose to believe
This is when I decided that it's time to take a seat..
