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auto-pilot mode

No more will to fight
No more will to strive
For what i really care for
No more strength left in store
I’m all but drained
All those feeling restrained
Are comming back to me, what have i gained
By caging them?
By playing the stoic game
Nothing but being framed as a fool
I tried to look cool
But it backfired
But damn i’ve wired
Myself to play that game forever
I know thaat it’s not clever
Of me but what’s done is done
And it’s exhausting me, it ain’t no fun
But can i go back
And crack
Joke like a normal person?
No! That phase is long gone
I think that that game’s getting to me though
Cause i almost feel no more
Yet i feel drained as hell
Might as well yell
But i can’t even do that
Well i can but i can’t
So i choose to dance
In this auto-pilot mode
-yakaa: jujaan(back after a long time)


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