A late night of lost causes
This burden on edge
Wishful thinking got me this far
But now I’m stretched out too thin
I’ve fallen short on feelings
And overdrawn my thoughts
My own elastic tendencies
Are all that I have got
Now I’m losing it all
A master soon of none
Unprepared for starting over
Just to make this drama done
Denied of inspiration
Rejected from this place
Less than a whisper inside a whisper
I’m losing my own race
Copyright 2004 little nemo
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