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24 - No Time

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These notes keep trickling down my brain, escaping my fingertips
Running down the stream of my conciessness, escaping reach
After all, when this beat starts thumping, I loose control
And I can hardly breath. I start to shake, I quiver
The tears won't stop tumbling down my cheeks
I can't speak, my throat's constricted now
And your arms are cold and tense
My eyes are wide and spited
I've decided I hate you
You've decided you're
Gone, cuz, after all,
We've got no
time.
Apple juice tastes like bitter tears.
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