God give me something good to write about
It’s like the passion is all gone and I’m left searching for whereabouts
Pacing in circles, it’s like my talent is wasted
Tasting defeat, circle back and retreat
Making ends meet but I’m not on my feet
Solid ground feels so heavy, weighing my options ever so mightily
Go to bed scared because I’m so unprepared
For life after 30, no matter how much I drink, I’m still waking up thirsty
From working this dead end position – it’s not what I would have envisioned
Back in the days of milking the system, mabee it’s karma rearing ugly head
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