Little Man
My mind is always racing like the devils behind the wheel. Can't control my throughts or actions, what's the deal.
Don't know who I am or who I will become. So many questions to never be answered.
Tell me who is suppose to win this race of life, and do they get a big prize.
Are you really happy when you make it to the top? Everyone has that little man inside them driving that just won't stop.
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