Lryically Lost

Let me tell you what troubles me.
I can't find a base to this harmony.
I've got all the cords and the keys,
but the repetition is offbeat.
My hands are collapsing on life's keyboard,
they can't seem to find their fit.
Come on, give me something to get this fixed.
I'm nervously, a wreck.
This song will never sell I bet.
Because its not a fucking song
and not a song to sing.
Lyrically, I'm lost.
There's always another cost.
Give me rhythm to this living,
so I can survive this symphony.

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