I sit And I stare And I stare At a
I'm scared that the aliens will take me away To
Chorus: (broken live sand broken homes Drunken dads give broken
National security Is threatened by my obstainence My intelligence What
Stealing more lines from movies and drunken times Spent with
Bent on self destruction in my room Starring at these
He worked the 9 to 5 Threw away his life
I miss the girl you used to be The one
I look back at my wasted life I look back
Sometimes I feel like walking away Walking away From the
You tell me that you're changing You tell me that
Oh how I would love to go back again I
Words without a face My secret hiding place You’ve heard
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