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Stop, don't hurry so much

Don't be in a rush

Close your mouth now, just shush

You talk but quite enough

This road is quite rough

But I'll still face it none-the-less

I'm doing my best

To keep to the task

I will drink from the flask

Then spit it back into your face

Such a disgrace

You make me so sad

Or rather quite mad

I really don't know

It's about time that I go

I need to get out of this place

I'm losing to the clock but it's a race

I'll pull ahead one of these times, I'm sure

I have a sickness with no cure

And I'm bleeding from the mouth

Or rather my hands

I can't make any plans

All I know is I must get out of this town

I am wearing a frown

A smile upside down

I'll just jump in the lake, maybe drown

So you can feel me jump

Hear me hit with a thump

I missed all the water

And I fell on dry land

I am stuck in the sand

Let me die

An angel who can't fly

I don't have any wings

I don't have many things

Just all of my friends

Those to whom I've made amends

I think it's time you save me

Before I go completely crazy

The end