Grinding My Teeth

After hours and hours of hiss I finally concluded
The world is too noisy on days like this
So many mouths have exercised opinion
And topped it off with inferior advice
But I prefer to take my time and figure out which choice is right
Don't get me wrong, I pick the wrong one every time
Life should be a panic but I just haven't got the time
I'm constantly scheming, new ideas and concepts
None of them are finished, I haven't made it that far yet
There's always something new inside my head
Some fresh way of wasting my time
Currently I'm spread real thin in various states of disrepair
How can I do this?
Sometimes it seems too much to bare
I'd be grinding on my teeth I'd be pulling out my hair
If only I had the time to spare
If only I had the time to spare



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Writer(s): The Drunken Ramblings
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