My head is a collection of unsorted thoughts
They fight me each day
And by the time I go sit down
I don't know what to say
The words, they are colors
The faces are words
The numbers and lines,
How come they are blurred?
My thoughts are unsorted
All fighting to leave
And what does come out
Is it something I'll grieve?
These unsorted thoughts
They rule my mind
I put them in order
But they've become entwined
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