I guess I’m running out of time
A million fears had me entwined
A thousand losses had me fined
Induced with pain and 69-ed
And when I dress, nevertheless
I feel I’m naked, stripped of skin
Being doomed to wear a heavy chest
A game of chess rigged et sans fin
Snowed under, stressed and overwhelmed
With nothing more than things I’ve felt
Still I am struggling, dumb-hellbent
Through dirt and mud that I was dealt
I guess I m running out of time
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