I feel uninspired
I'm not all that tired
It's now 8:11
I finnished at seven
My stomach is aching
My hands won't stop shaking
There's no sense I'm making
But if I take too long
I'm afraid you'll be gone
And so I sing this song
And I pray
That you'll stay
© 2004
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