I feel old here
I could swear I was there
With my drink on the
I live inside
I keep on walking slowly
My head is reeling
My
You’re sitting in front of me
Our bus isn't coming
I think
Please save me, from myself
Pull my hands from the wheel
There’s
Bad to feel the way I am
Today is another day,
what I had to say
wasn't hard to say
turn on the
You tell me everything's bad
you throw me all of your
I push your picture over
To get to my knife to
I was so close to it
your words had a sting
for
Someone told me to speak
I shut my mouth and I
You tell me something I wouldn't hear
tell me something I
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