Bored

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Bored.

My eyes are feeling heavy
My back falls to the ground
My head’s two thousand pounds
My face is feeling lazy

My eyes are feeling heavy
I’m tired and I’m down
I feel my blood in my veins
‘Cause my muscles push them down

My back falls to the ground
I can not with my soul
Falling straight down a hole
And not making a sound

My head’s two thousand pounds
The air’s falling on me
The pressure puts me down
And shoves me open from in

My face is growing lazy
Don’t get anything they say
So fucking bored today
Maybe I’m going crazy...

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