Unstable Leakage

By: trancelady

if only we weren't so unconventional,

the road of our lives would be much more intentional.

we run around like chickens without heads.

just waiting til our lives are over and dead.

but knowing how to play is only half of the game.

no one seems to understand that inside we're all the same.

eternally questioning til we finally catch fire.

just time bombs waiting for our number to expire.

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