Gone are the day's we spent down at the lake
Seized
It's getting dark, I hear a voice
It's whispering
I turn around,
(Instrumental)
I don't like who I am anymore
I am safe, I'm
In distant real life
Decided by our choices
Picking the right car
Can't you see I don't want this?
To see, your eyes
You better honour him, Don't jeopardize your stay
Put on that
I guess I'm out of ideas
How can it be I've
They never seemed to figure the radar out
The fuzz is
Watching your walls, your cracks and your flaws
They are all
Here is my grains for blending voices
Bigs among his mind
I'm the one
All mine
I won
It's divine
That morning I woke and
Hey my dear old friend, do you remember me?
You seem
By myself, I'm here alone in tears, now days and
Now tell me have you ever heard a more pathetic
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