I dunno.

I feel like an open sore.
Every now and then.
Maybe I'm a little too proud, humble, smart, daft, unserious....I dunno
You joke to ratify my inadequacies, and what you dunno (or maybe you do) is how much it stabs me.

I feel...like I'm living the life of another
And you do not bat an eye
Will your argument be "you dunno"?

I'm chocked by this life of lack
As much as I try not to feel too pumped up to ask
I'm like 'shey na like this I go dey dey?'
Things don't add up.
 I feel numb
So much that I couldn't even feel my words around me.

But when I hear or sing THE NAME and THE WORD, I feel alright
But I'm back here.
Right now, I am.

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