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BURNOUT (IMBALANCE IN A BRAIN FOG)
Curtis Foster
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I've fallen out of love with life and I don't know why
Maybe I know why, these days are bleeding into each other
With stains of my aimless pride
In juxtaposition with pain in tides
I ebb and flow in these waves sometimes
I pray for signs from the grayest sky where the angels fly
The flame inside of this cage of my aching mind is waning light
Far from a saint am I
Even when I do seem contrite
I seek the light of a peaceful mind
But even when I seem to think I'm fine?
These feelings just kind of creep inside
Telling me I won't be alright
Taking the joy out of what I like
Told me that I'm wasting my time
Sold my day for a sleepless night
I don't think I'll even get a wink tonight
I don't think I even wanna be sometimes
Existing ain't easy, right?
So what's the price on the tag for comfort, can I buy in cash?
'Cause when I lay down for slumber, I am in the lion's den
One Mississippi, two, three, four, and a five as I inhale
Hold it then exhale it to clear my conscious of siren drills
Color me confused now
Snuff the match and pull the fuse out
I'm burnt out, fading at both ends
They say that it gets better but I'm dying to know when
I'm worn thin, stretched to a thread
Fighting off the threat of some existential dread
So you can color me
Confused subtly
As I sit here wondering
Social tank on E, my energy empty
So instead I lay low
Got this cloud hanging over me
In place of a halo, heavy rainfall
Every day feel the same tho
Wake up, go to work, never take a break, no
Skip lunch, hunger pains, and I stay late so
I can make mo' while my body ache more, but I
Don't know if the dough is worth it
If I'm slower to find my purpose
And I know what I deserve
It's so much doper than what I'm earning
So how do you find a balance when you're scaleless?
And talent's caught in the talons of capitalistic malice
And I make more than I ever thought I'd get to be
But it takes more aim away
From a crosshair that's locked on destiny
Vision's getting blurry
Some would say it's the Lord testing me
And I never been in a hurry
But that second hand's looking threatening
That tick tock clicking on the clock
Playing tricks on my thoughts
Self image getting twisted a lot
But all the strength that I got?
I'mma give this thang 'til I drop
I'mma seize the day
Ain't no wasting patience for the rain to just stop
Color me confused now
Snuff the match and pull the fuse out
I'm burnt out, fading at both ends
They say that it gets better but I'm dying to know when
I'm worn thin, stretched to a thread
Fighting off the threat of some existential dread
So you can color me
Confused subtly
As I sit here wondering
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