Somewhere there's a disaster
To kill me slow or faster
So I look to my right
And stay up at night
Because survival is my master.
And my heart is a ticking bomb
That beats a somber song.
It could always fail
As my body'd grow frail
So I keep away the wrong.
My parents think I'm insane
And need real help to stay in my lane
But I'm no hack
I know what I lack
And I need no assistance to maintain.
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