Lately, I've been awake at night,
Hoping that I will find some light in the dark.
My thoughts begin to fight
The chance that I'll get some rest in the dark.
Oh, my world is on fire.
Too much time, and I'm so afraid to fail.
Oh, my world is a million doors.
Too much time, and I'm so afraid to choose.
The sweat on my brow is indicative of
How I feel right now,
And my anxieties contrast with this manicured lawn,
Mowed over and over and over again
Into the same shape.
Oh, my world is on fire.
Too much time, and I'm so afraid to fail.
Oh, my world is a million doors.
Too much time, and I'm so afraid to choose.
I'm drowning.

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