Lyrics
Yeah
She sat down
She wrote a letter
Told a few people "Hang on, life gets better"
She checked the time
Then caught a ride
Text, "on my way"
Then she silenced replies
On the road
She's trying to focus
Looks through paperwork
Clicks emails open
A doctor of minds
A watcher of thoughts
She watches her own more often than not
More often than not
A doctor of minds
A watcher of thoughts
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Yeah
She reaches her patient
A young man at the train station
Waiting for the next one, impatient
She tries to approach
He stands up and yells,
"Touch me, I'll get your license revoked"
Words are exchanged
She's trying to change his mind, he won't cave
They're out to get 'em
He says, "I know you're with them!"
A slave to his mind
A victim of thoughts
He's thinking of others more often than not
Yeah
More often than not
A slave to his mind
A victim of thoughts
More often than not
A victim of thoughts
Julio Flores
O/B/O DistroKid