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Sometimes i'm stuck, like quick sand is what i walk on,

can't even breathe at times, like smoke is what i talk on,

if i had it all, would my screams be written words?

or would they be roadkill like dead birds?

sometimes i feel lost, unsure of it all,

with a broken heart on top of it all,

pull you out of my memories, just to look,

like my mind were a library and you a book,

what is missing? what do i need to

make you just once say "I need you"?

is it a broken heart across state lines?

or every time you read one of my many rhymes?

sometimes i can't move my feet, i lack soul,

like under my shoes i walk on black holes,

if i had you, wouldn't need to be tall,

cause at the end of each day i'd have it all.