Nothing but Rhymes
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Racing after the clock and
Running way too fast.
Making every minute count
Because each might be my last.
I say the time doesn't matter
Though honestly it does,
And I want to type the reasons out but
I just can't think because-
-I'm scared of what the future'll bring.
I'm terrified that I
Will end just like everyone else
And then I'll finally die,
Sad and stressed, alone and scared,
Still waiting for the one who'd care
About more than the basic things.
The one who'll know of everything.
The one I'll tell my secrets too.
Who'll laugh with me till my face turns blue.
The angel sent from God himself.
The one whom with I can be myself.
And then I start to think about
Everyone I care about
Everything that'll one day go
And leave me broken and all alone.
The stress is painful,
the road is long
And I can't help feeling
like I don't bęłöñg
With people who
work hard to be
Strong and smart
And brave and free.
And all I try to be is me.
I'm locked in a box
Full of my demons
And all of my feelings.
You don't want to see them.
So I have to worry
about when the tįmê
Comes and reveals
I am nothing but rhymes.
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