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Overloaded

Circut's overloaded
there's too much on my plate
strike a pose and hold it
but that's not my forte
I'm feeling worn, feeling torn
and there's nothing to be done
press play, turn the charade back on

Burning out in the battles
wearing thin from my travels
sewing up my heart
these wounds leave scars
don't recognize my own face
still I can't stop this rat race
gotta make it to the end
so I hold my breath again
I'm going under

Lights flicker on and off
and I'm left in the dark
reaching up for the top
think I'm there but I'm not
feeling small, beneath it all
this broken soul is dreaming
can't say, how I'll stop the bleeding

Burning out in the battles
wearing thin from my travels
sewing up my heart
these wounds leave scars
don't recognize my own face
still I can't stop this rat race
gotta make it to the end
so I hold my breath again
I'm going under

overwhelmed, always fighting with myself
a little homesick, little bent
unsure just where my innocence went
I'm missing it now, crying aloud
the weight is bearing down
I'm overloaded
rachelmae
Written by rachelmae
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