I’m sitting still and I think about the time that I waste, and I face, my disgrace, numb and losing my taste,
I’m sitting still going dizzy from the places I’ve been, it’s a sin, it depends on what your faiths really in,
I’m sitting still and I question all the things that I see, is it me, can I be, the one that hinders my free,
I’m sitting still and I work to turn my head to the sky, ask God why, while I cry, is it cuz I never tried,
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