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Whoa Is Me
The only things surrounding you now Are the circular memories Infect your conscience They are the make up of your worries Regrets and doubts Elective betrayal of your person Radiates confidence Shine with silence And shadow the ones below This drought is leaving me With cracked soil and brown leaves Floating on a dry lake bed With a dry mouth and foggy head Waiting for the snow When the water comes I will overflow I will overflow When the water comes I will overflow There's one more thing I forgot to tell you Worries and doubts Will only help you In the long run You'll shadow the ones below This drought is leaving me With cracked soil and brown leaves Floating on a dry lake bed With a dry mouth and foggy head Waiting for the snow When the water comes I will overflow I will overflow When the water comes I will overflow |