Where does the time go
Spinning my wheels
Standing still
Its like running on ice
I only gain a little distance when I fall
How did I become a molecule
In the concrete of this city
Indifferent to my endless motion
In a space too small to see
Nonetheless expected to be
I only get a little attention when I fall
And Im falling
Falling down
Falling
Falling down
Cursed with reason
In a world so defiant
Without conclusion
This is the story
The story we live out
And it is the moral too
Look at me Im falling for you
Shaking, crying
Hating lying to myself
Im tired of telling myself its OK
To be this tired
This sick and tired of the turns the world takes
And the people that it makes us be
And lately it appears to me that
Im falling down...
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