Basic pains
I'm stuck in survival
Feeling so primal
All I do is eat and sleep
My life's in a spiral
Cause my chemistry is tidal
And it's pulling me into the deep
All my days are so idle
Like someone turned down the dial
All I hear is the floorboards creak
Will our souls be recycled
After we finish life's trails?
I guess that's a secret we're cursed to keep
What's an inch to a mile?
Or a story without a title?
A beautiful view never looked so steep
All I hear's my racing vitals
Will this breath be my final?
I almost forgot about my appointment next week
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