Amnesia

Well, I guess I can't rhyme anymore.
I guess I got no more to say.
Or else I'd be puttin'it down.
Instead of just throwin' it away.
I work like a slave for the future endgame.
Everything I love to the past.
There's a string of septembers, that I can't remember, and I hope my amnesia will last.
And, I guess I can't rhyme anymore.
I guess I got no more to say.
Or else I'd be puttin'it down.
Instead of just throwin' it away.
I guess I can't rhyme anymore.
I guess I got no more to say.
Or else I'd be puttin'it down.
Instead of just throwin' it away.