spinning round and round, created a torque
which sucked me in, and hit my head on a rock,
got me all dizzy up, as if my mind was blocked,
yet I still be patients, waiting up there
blinded by the light, staring at the glare,
calm down a little, pull out that chair,
get your head straight, that's all I care...
stop blaming others, for what you created,
you carry your own baggage, that could not be deleted
no matter how much , your life is decorated,
until you come clean, then all will be faded
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