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Don't you understand me?
This cloud over my head is not okay.
There are things that I need to get done.
The burden I have been carrying is not my idea of fun,
And it doesn't give you permission to take a shot below the belt.
We have so little time, let's not spend it in anger.
I am in the deep end and can't find air.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because I may just brake suddenly.
I would rather not explode – that's your job.
I'm stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts.
What a bittersweet symphony life is,
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
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