Knowing that I’ll die
Helps me feel my life
When you came into my vibe
It was 1999
Frustrated with my mind
Time is just a sign
Of ideas that went by
When I was just a child
Intuition tells me why
You came in from behind
To tell me just a lie
And forget me for a while
Depression holds me back
With some junk inside my bag
Forget this time to time
And free me from inside
Cold turkey starts to strike
And the junky that’s inside
Thinks of all the times
You stayed inside my mind
My dreams start to fade
And notice you’re away
If ideas could be real
I would make you feel.
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