I have all these thoughts
running thru my head
like a busy manhattan street
with no lights red
my moods are changing
at a fast unsteady rate
I'm miserable,I'm happy
I'm tired,I'm great
my mind is literally wearing me out
but I am not done yet
it won't knock me out
the bell has rung
time for another round
I will do everything I can
not to fall down
one on one my ill mind
is undefeated
but I've promised myself
I will beat it
2007-08-04
14:12:57
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