Gregory Wilson
What's The Matter?
Yellow walls and red couches
It's the burden of incompetence
It's the things I thought I wasn't
All of my time's been wasted
I can't tell you this thing I do
It is so empty
I've found the time for nothings
And nothings are taking everything
Grey floor, white ceiling
I'm finding less and less
Of myself with what's given
As guilty as I am
As if it's my condition
As if I'm wronged
Everything's for nothing
For way too long
I can't tell you this thing I do
It is so empty
I've found the time for nothings
And nothings are taking everything
As if it's my fault
I am made to fail
Everything's for nothing
For way too long
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