Feels like I'm racing with the clock
Fighting against time
And there's no room to look back
When your at the finish line.
But what's the cost for the madness?
Who do I lose in the end?
Who's strong enough to stick around?
Weed out the disloyalty in friends.
I'm torn between it all
This life and the next
What I want & what I need
Determining what's best
And the mayhem that exists
In the space between my temples
Is what keeps me disarrayed
Constantly questioning my mental
So when I seem so distant
Or lost in my own thoughts
It's because I care enough to know
Our bond cannot be lost
The ME that I have grown to be
Pleads with YOU to understand
I'm racing with the clock
And sometimes I need your hand.
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Very Nice Steph! Proud of you! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I'm snapping!
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