always rolling, now my eyes
makes me sick, to realize
always forward,
front row seats, at a guilt trip show
just a week,
his glee is pain in me, it's not at all
harder
i wanna like you, but something's in the way
you have
I am strong inside and out,
but when things go wrong
I’m sorry for your fame
it’s waiting for a chance
too much wine, taken like a meal
and building on this,
you want me, want me dead, hate my life
it seems,
i've learned not to be so free
it let's me look
it's free to come and see
a show's about to be
we
i'm not that slow for real
what's with the sorry conscience
bring me back to when I liked you, and you,
winter’s fallen down to wait for something new
finally gave
Go!Standing closer to the edge, Watch the wreckage sink againHold
Wake and you’ll be running back to meAn endless game
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