Moving too fast
turn into a (?)
air-tight
(?) self-control
Mind on fire
Until I get home
If I was smart
You're so low
What are they talking about?
No sweat
But I feel like I just found out
I'm such a mess
You look like a mind on fire
I need your help
But I don't know what I require
I, I feel like an isle
Nobody knows
Until I get home
that's why
And if I was smart, I would believe it
Practice takes time, and time is my life
I have no time, but I'm still alive

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