As I stop running to admire the chance I took
I realized that it's slowly slipping
And I'm shocked at the little grip I have now.
I was quick to move
But slow with my directions.
The thought of not knowing
Sends my head spinning with speculations
If the world stopped and steadily slowed down
And gave me the time
I'd guide my head home to sleep
The constant roar of panic alarms me
But
It's too hard to take it easy
So
I'm done.
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