Good

You ask me how I feel
And I tell you what I’ve done
I’m equating a busy day
To a sinking heart
A mind full of turmoil
But busy is good
People like busy
They like hearing you have things
Things to do
A purpose
So I’m good then
I guess
The two parts of my mind
The battle of the should and am
I’m more trouble than I’m worth
Replaceable
Do we get what we deserve?
What karma
Twists me over myself
A contortionist
In a child’s coffin

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