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You're probably sick of being tired You can't find the strength to close your eyes, You can't let go, but you can't change everything. No matter what
I found you falling into old routines, As you layed the final straw across my back. Familiar with the ending, The sickening returns, And I've come to
Keeps to himself, never really had that much to say He wears the welts beneath his skin. Those yesterdays have a way of staying when constantly they
As I kick myself again, and I try to pick myself back up again, Don't want to make the same mistakes. Always the first with an excuse, but it's when
I try to look at you but you look away Its not what you say its what you do Just like you dont even care Its all those little things oh that get to
