I’m slowly tipping
My mind is tripping
I don’t drink & I feel like drinking
Tired of flipping out
I’m tired & there is no doubt
How could I have allowed
Myself to fall out
To you it’s all about clout
To me it’s about protection
How can you not see the connection
Your actions are a reflection of whats inside
But why must I pay?
Do you think I’m a prey?
Sometimes I’m brave
Other times I sit there and I pray
Is it the attention that you crave?
While I want someone to save me
You’re seeking attention I never gave
And now you claim you can’t behave
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It allows us to freely let our minds flow.
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