spoken word | Wayward Orange

Fix Myself

Fix Myself (click here to listen to audio with music)

I really don’t know why

Nothing now is fun

I’m a boring type of guy

I used to be out there

Playing the whole crowd

Now I just don’t care

If they’re even around

Nothing’s now the same

Everything I do is strange

I don’t know my name

What has caused this change?

Can you explain it to me?

How’d it come to this?

It’s not how I’m to be

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