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Its 8:15 and Im fumbling through my musings I want to start the day with words so brave, but Im losing It used to be so easy Waking was like redemption But now these days are filled with misfortune And my every move is a misstep Am I clumsy or just poor with calculations? The numbers seem so right inside my head Am I clumsy or just poor with calculations? The figures look so bad when you write them out Its 3 pm, almost 4, and Im still searching Ive been beat down by every passing hour, the second hands say Im losing It used to be so easy Waking was like redemption But now these days are filled with misfortune And my every move is a misstep Am I clumsy or just poor with calculations? The numbers seem so right inside my head Am I clumsy or just poor with calculations? The figures look so bad when you write them out |