My lines re real
The words are see-through
My verse is spoken
No one can hear the words
Written in a hanger
Purgatory of the soul
Lost without its meaning
Here in the nothingness found its home
This is where I strum my air guitar
What's so funny about decision making?
Why do you make me make the choices in my mind?
Am I, to you, a burden...
...places in the chest when you are done?
Forget tomorrow, fellas, the game starts tonight.
When you're in the locker toom, I'm on the bench...
...'til I get my chance to make a play
Solo into closing
My fate has yet to find me, yet
...but I'm on the chosen path...
Can join me on the karmic team...
...where the world will will see our laugh
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