I'm as good as stuck in the middle of lost n found.
Confused on what people see after death comes around.
I've done nothin but get blamed as the accused my whole life.
N it's not the fortune I've chased that's closed my eyes.
It's jus the way of this world in which we live that turns one inside out.
Forcin the mind to collapse within a heartbeats broken sound.
I've got overused nerves that won't settle for the lesser leak.
Loose i run as ruined pourin out lessons tryin to relate with the tweak.
Yeah, look at me now closin up shop n shook from the shadow beneath the tree.
Burnt cuz the shades dark side frightens the life outta me.
I'm to far gone to think home sits on a branch as if a childish thought.
So fuckin lost to those who jus don't understand the pitch tossed.
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