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Feeling Blue
03:45
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Lately, I’ve been feeling blue
Tired of trying things to do
I signed my name and gave my time
Lost the game and now have dimes
Lately, I’ve been thinking through
All the things I say and do
Socializing wastes my time
I shut it off and stay inside
But I’m not giving up
I’m not giving in
This world is meant for living
And I’m not turning back
I’m not for fucking slack
I create my world and I keep living
Lately, I’ve been sifting through
All the ones that I once knew
Familiar faces disappear
Once filled with fight and free from fear
But do not give up
Do not give in
This world is meant for living
And do not turn back
Do not fucking slack
Create your world and keep living
They say you’re going nowhere
But Fuck that going nowhere, you’ve got today
And I’m here to say you’re going somewhere
And you’ll give your fucking sweat, blood, and tears
In each day
You’re going somewhere
In each day
You’re going Somewhere
In each day
You’re going somewhere
With each day
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2. |
Wasted from the Start
05:21
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I first saw you sit across the room..
lookin like you wanted to speak your mind with somebody.
But you're always such doom and gloom..
lookin like you wanted to lose your mind with somebody.
But you're all alone and so far from home.
You can come and play, but don't expect to stay
I've wasted so much time I can't afford.
I'm sorry but I just won't waste much more.
I've given out the pieces to my heart
I guess I've just been wasted from the start.
I bet your favorite room was the morgue..
lookin like you wanted a place to bury your bodies.
and you were always just such a horrible girl..
lookin like you needed to bleed all over somebody.
But you're still alone and so far from home.
You can come and play, but don't expect to stay
I've wasted so much time I can't afford.
I'm sorry but I just won't waste much more.
I've given out the pieces to my heart
I guess I've just been wasted from the start.
So pretentious. You find yourself so interesting.
How presumptuous. Assume I want you sitting next to me.
So meticulous. Learned every word they pounded in your head.
How ridiculous. You keep on.. you'll keep repeating them until your last breath.
FORCING YOURSELF INTO MY LIFE
I've been wasted. I've been wasted!
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