When I'm swallowing my oxygen
There will be a hollow feeling
deep below my gut
Uncertainty that sneaky devil again
Tapping on my shoulder
But I know it's him
So I don't turn around
Rather plow ahead
At full steam express
Heavy breathing captures my body
Slow motion is all my reality is
Rushing waters flying downhill
Sweeping into my fertile land
Creeping up on the day
when it really gets bad
But I'll wait my turn
wait my turn
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