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Echoes of Time: Frankie Rose's Poetic Reflection on Life's Wheel
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Lyrics

I'm done resting my head

I have decided to stop contemplating or worrying.

Like a wilting flower

Similar to a wilting flower, expressing a sense of decline or deterioration.

Down five hundred degrees

Describing a significant decrease or decline, possibly in emotional warmth or intensity.

In my ivory tower

Referring to a secluded or isolated place where one feels detached or protected.


A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my time here

An imagery of a repetitive cycle, suggesting a feeling of wasting time in a monotonous routine.

A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my life here

Emphasizing the repetitiveness of wasting life and time, possibly indicating frustration or regret.


I'm done wasting my time

Expressing the decision to no longer spend time in a manner considered unproductive or unrewarding.

In this sorry state

Acknowledging dissatisfaction with the current state of being.

Right now, hitting my head

Describing a moment of impact or realization about an inevitable outcome.

On a certain fate

Reflecting on a predetermined destiny or outcome that may be challenging.


A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my time here

Reiterating the sense of being stuck in a repetitive and unproductive cycle of wasting time.

A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my life here

Highlighting the continuous and ongoing nature of wasting life in a repetitive manner.


A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my time here

Emphasizing the persistent feeling of wasting time, reinforcing the sense of frustration or stagnation.

A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my life here

Repeating the idea of continuously wasting life, possibly suggesting a lack of progress or fulfillment.

A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my time here

Further reinforcing the notion of an unending cycle of time wasted, implying a sense of helplessness.

A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my life here

Continuing to stress the repetitive and unproductive nature of wasting life, conveying a deep sense of regret or dissatisfaction.

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