State of Balance
If I were born to never say quit
And you are here for fun
Then why are we called a perfect fit
While a cloud is blocking the sun
You say I’m much too serious
Too proper, boring and staid
I think you’re often overjoyed, delirious
Like a young male who just got laid
But if I can’t make it to the party
I blame the worries on my mind
I think I know what I need, but
A state of balance is hard to find
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