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Lackadaisical
By
WhiteOut
Lackadaisically I sit,
just thinking about my trip, How could I have changed it, now I blame myself, Looking at the shelf, thinking what you’re about, Trying to forget, but I’m just getting wet, I look up its raining, water in a hole like draining My heart is racing, lackadaisical is how I’m feeling Want to sleep, for sensual healing. |
