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captured in so much noise
I can't hear my thoughts
I think I'm at snack time
at a day shelter, give away
I'm alive, I don't know why
sometimes I cry
and don't know why
it's just to loud of a crowd
to not get lost in
my brains on a kickstand
I'm still waiting for change
that's strange, I got a pocket
full of loose change
my pockets not deep enough
not again, I've lost enough
never my touch
I may need a touch up
a little brush up
gathered into a ponytail
going up, I hope there's
a rail, before, I fell
like a sidewalk garbage pale
I'm talking trash
no smoke all ash
I'm out of here like flash
in a mad dash
