"I'm Not Mine"
Holding pen in my hand
I've got nothing else left to do
Jotting down a couple lines
Holding off the time
No I didn't buy the pen
Or the thoughts inside mind
I didn't earn my talent
They were gifts given out of kindness
So what should I do with all that's given unto me?
I could let it just waste away
Or destroy it needlessly
I'll never be the greatest
At anything I've done
But I'll definitely not getting anywhere
Unless I get up and run
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