Pushing so hard, feeling sinned
Feet flying fast and quick
Lungs pounding, feeling sick.
Miles and miles pass by
Clouds cover the sun and sky
Tides roll into the sand
Will you hold my hand?
Tired, restless and over it all
Waiting for the one call
Home is calling
Home will catch me as I'm falling
Overworked, Underslept
Tired, awake, feelings crept
I want the sun to come back
I want the summer to full on attack.
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