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 youíre about,

Trying to forget, but Iím just getting wet,

I look up its raining, water in a hole like draining

My heart is racing, lackadaisical is how Iím feeling

Want to sleep, for sensual healing.

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