Your words flow monotone
Got me sleeping to your rhythm
Like a metronome
Set on andante
Like we're walking through it softly
A little less than godly today
But well on my way
To a brighter tomorrow
My sorrow does not inhibit us
We meticulate individual trust
If I don't let it go, I just might combust
Break down if you lay down
Simply turn to rust
Thrive on substance
I'd rather be alive
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