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  Never made it as a wise man
  I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
  Tired of livin’ like a blind man
  I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling
  And this is how you remind me

  This is how you remind me of what I really am
  This is how you remind me of what I really am

  It’s not like you to say sorry
  I was waitin’ on a different story
  This time I’m mistaken
  For handing you a heart worth breakin’
  And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
  Been to the bottom of every bottle
  These five words in my head
  Scream, “Are we havin’ fun yet?”

  Yet, yet, yet, no, no
  Yet, yet, yet, no, no

  It’s not like you didn’t know that
  I said, “I love you,” and I swear I still do
  And it must have been so bad
  ‘Cause livin’ with me must have damn near killed you

  And this is how you remind me of what I really am
  This is how you remind me of what I really am

  It’s not like you to say sorry
  I was waitin’ on a different story
  This time I’m mistaken
  For handing you a heart worth breakin’
  And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
  Been to the bottom of every bottle
  These five words in my head
  Scream, “Are we havin’ fun yet?”

  Yet, yet, yet, no, no
  Yet, yet, yet, no, no
  Yet, yet, yet, no, no
  Yet, yet, yet, no, no

  Never made it as a wise man
  I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealin’
  And this is how you remind me
  This is how you remind me

  This is how you remind me of what I really am
  This is how you remind me of what I really am

  It’s not like you to say sorry
  I was waitin’ on a different story
  This time I’m mistaken
  For handing you a heart worth breakin’
  And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
  Been to the bottom of every bottle
  These five words in my head
  Scream, “Are we havin’ fun yet?”

  Yet, yet, are we havin’ fun yet?
  Yet, yet, are we havin’ fun yet?
  Yeah, yeah (These five words in my head scream)
  Are we havin’ fun yet?
  Yeah, yeah (These five words in my head)
  No, no

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  Sphinx Oof… At least it’s a fresh start from all the shit you’ve been going through. Have fun :3

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  October 23rd, 2025–3:48 PM

  I sit in the comfort of my own home, and I sit in my bed, my laptop well…in my lap, staring at this text box, not really sure how to say things and get them to sound how I want to sound.

  To put it simply, I’m utterly terrified.

  Six weeks of near constant preparation comes down to this.
  37 hours (give or take) until the All-State Audition cuts are released.

  Six weeks of near constant preparation comes down to the shortest seven minutes of my life.

  I walk into this classroom and greet my judge.
  I state my name and vocal part, and it’s showtime.

  I cannot help but panic.
  The smallest mistake can determine my fate.

  I cannot help but panic.
  The judges look for perfection in the smallest details.

  I cannot help but panic.
  Music is my life, and it all comes down to this–the shortest seven minutes of my life.

  They do not see the preparation I have put into what I present to them, and they do not see the literal blood, sweat, and tears I put into it.

  My whole music career boils down to approximately a total of twenty-eight minutes.

  Seven minutes.
  Four separate years.

  Fourteen already spent.
  Fourteen yet to come.

  Yet I cannot help but panic.