Work

Breathless nights, infinite fights.

When the time’s wrong, I lose my mind.

Feel like conquering the world, but I’m not doing enough,

The burden is heavy, the pressure, won’t go,

The haziness within turning into a ghost.

Wake,

Wake up,

Got to chase my dreams before the sun comes

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