Belong to no one but myself
Wish
Could have stopped to think
Instead
Could have kept on going
Oh no, it’s just this song
That is putting me in that mood
That mood that rearranges my attitude
Towards myself and thinking of giving others a shot
Drift away if only for a little pot
Don’t even understand the thousands of promises made per second
But
Know somewhere
Some will stick
And then the rest can click
Talking the talk
Without knowing the walk
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