Sorry it's late again. Crazy week.
I can't tell you who I am
Because I change as quick as the wind
Like a pitbull I latch on
To whatever falls in my mouth
I run with it untill my legs
Give out from the exhaustion
Then I drop it to get a drink
To parch my dusty throat
And realize I'm lost again
So I pick up a stick and run
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