Nothing is real when youre talkin
I dont believe what Im watchin
Shelter me til its over
Of what you want to believe
Im afraid of what I see and
What I see is everything
Shelter me with my own hands
And with my hands I will depend
God I dont know what to say
Everything is in my way
Get up and deal with the pain
Drowning your mind in the way
Let me sleep
Ill let you sleep
Put on your mind frame
Take off your mind
Put on your heart
Im going down stream
Not the same (same ol saying)
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