Where has the time gone?
I feel American
What is that?
I feel connected, and purposed.
I feel unsure
I feel unsure
I feel unsure
I feel unsure
I feel unsure
But on the other hand...
I move real slow,
almost on purpose.
And I'm not sure what
it means to be American.
No, not anymore.
Get out of my country!
Get out of my country!
Get out of my country!
Get out of my country!
How funny are other people
With false senses of entitlement.
How unlucky that we must come face - to - face.
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WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING
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