these times

i don't know just what i'm feeling

but i know my head is reeling

all these thoughts race through my mind

i know i'm walking on a fine line

why's this cloud hang over my poor head

it makes me question all, all the things you said

what once seemed so clear gets lost in the haze

fear's turned this open field into a giant maze

these times

come more than i like to believe

these times

make me roll up my heart with my sleeve

these times

come more than i like to admit

these times

these times

i don't know what, what i'll do to cope

i know he's sneaking in, in to steal my hope

i know i've got to get down if i want to get up

i've got to empty myself before i drink this cup

these times

come more than i like to believe

these times

make me roll up my heart with my sleeve

these times

come more than i like to admit

these times

these times

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