Running on low

keeping up with the flow

ain’t no fire left below

been smoldering in the wind

like ashes going to the bin

it ain’t go’in my way

I used to be somebody

now I an’t nobody

seem so long ago

ten years gone past in flash

should have, could have, would have

poison in my bones

regret in my soul

buried in my shame

fight’n to come back alive

forget being somebody

time to do me.

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