You're coming back, I don't know why I feel so bad
Oh, A picture always hurts more than words
You're born at zero, and dead at 23
Aint'it f*cking cold and the dirt comes free
You make it clear, it takes me as insincere
A picture I can't live without seeing
Whoa, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice
And I can hear a longing in your voice
I'm sorry miss, to see your face
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in
Close your eyes, it's just about time to speak
Our dreams only come true in better dreams
I dream of me in the middle of a rugged street
Oh, praying to God that one day I'll be clean
Whoa, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine
Cuz I could have been anything
I'm sorry miss *to see your face*
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in
Born at zero and dead at 23
And the f*cking cold and the dirt come free.

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