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I’m worn, tired of my mind

I’m worn out, thinking of why

I’m always so unsure

I battle my thoughts I find I can’t explain

I’ve travelled so far but somehow feel the same

I’m worn, tired of my mind

I’m worn out, thinking of why

I’m always so unsure

I’m always so unsure

I’m worn, tired of my mind

I’m worn out, thinking of why

I’m always so unsure

I’m always so unsure

I’m always so unsure

I’m always so unsure

I’m always so unsure

I’m always so unsure

I am alive when I sleep

Why am I not in all that I got?

I can’t find no one to blame

Stand, stand, damned one

Damned one

Damned one

Damned one

I am one

Damned

One

Where do I go?