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Right Now

Iím blacking out
I suppose thatís my problem
So many matters
And no ways to solve them
Suppose Iím dying
And youíre to blame
Doesnít that give you a heart of shame?

Yesterday was my accomplishment
And ďRight NowĒ will be task
Tomorrow is my world of mystery
Or today will be the last
Forever was so long ago
All I have was left behind
Either God is trying to speak to me
Or I seem to have lost my mind

All thatís coming is oblivion
Nothing else seems to matter
Either
my world is racing to an end
Or itís beautifully becoming tattered

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