Sleeping through the evening
Singing dreams inside my head
Im heading out
Ive got some ends who say they care
And they just might
I'll run away with you
If things dont go as planned
Plannin big could be a gamble
Ive already rolled the dice
I spit and stutter stuff and clutter
Worries in my worried corner
Maladjusted
Just untrusted
Rusted
Sometimes brilliant
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