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song written back in 8th grade. SO LONG AGO.

-I'm Not Ready-

Can you feel it
Something's coming
And I won't know what it is
Till it hits me like a subway
Like Chicago street memories
Oh those pretty, gritty Chicago streets
I don't know
And I won't know
But I know, but I know
But I know I'm not ready
To be hit to the floor, knocked off my feet
I'm not ready

Got a bullet-hole heart
My tongue is so sharp
It'll cut you to pieces
I'll leave you bleedin'
Cryin' there on the floor
Oh that dirty, tiled, guilt-covered floor
But I'm weak
And so very, very poor
And I've cried so many nights
And I've taken so much
I'm not ready to take anymore
I'm not ready

Did you see it
The grafitti in the alley
It said something is happenin' right now
And nobody knows what's goin' on
Oh but who really knows what's goin' on
All I know is
I'm not ready
For whatever it is that'll take down our lives
Like posters in shop windows and
Expose us all as cons
I'm not ready

And there's too many things and I'm too naive
But I know enough to know that I'm not ready
I'm not ready, I'm not ready to face this alone

Can you feel it
Something's coming
And I won't know what it is
Till it hits me like a subway
Like Chicago street memories
I don't know
Oh and I won't know
What it is, but I know
But I know
I'm not ready
I'm not ready...