Worrying about What
Snuffing out, your art
Waiting at last, cursing your past
I used to be a person
Now where is my heart
As this world is sham
Excuses are so lame
Working on stuff, many times muffed
I choose to fight, with all my might
Single this life, we got it right
So why I irk, my work will ink
Now time has arrived, I will drive.
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