Everything's a mess

Stuck in a thought like a broken cassette
Tried to rewind it with a pencil
Like people usually do.
Always have to rehearse moments
Before playing them in real life
My own director without an actual character
Just a soul in search of a script.
I forget my lines and improvise with feelings
They flood you and make you cough
You drown or maybe shipwreck on another shore
I will never know. Everything is ruined. Everything’s a mess. 

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