Tripping

 

 

I’m walking down a path with no end,

Trip on a stump, have to get up again,

The path isn’t clear, there’s a ditch right there,

Just get me there I’ve got scrapes everywhere,

 

 

I’m cut and I’m hurt,

I’m dried up with thirst,

I look for the end, 

But it might be pretend.

 

 

I’m stuck in a rut, a feeling in my gut,

The pain just sustains, I fall again and again,

I fall on my head, and oh does it hurt,

Can this path just end, don’t want to fall again.

 

 

I’m cut and I’m hurt,

I’m dried up with thirst,

I look for the end, 

But it might be pretend.

 

 

I’m cut and I’m hurt,

I’m dried up with thirst,

I look for the end, 

But it might be pretend.


 

I’m cut, I’m hurt, can this end.

 

 

 

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