These people, places, things in my mind. They’ve got me feeling I don’t belong nowhere. And I try to keep on wanting the same thing. But it never quite materializes in my hand. Because I change my mind so many times that it’s almost a crime. Every day I wake it’s the same thing. Brush my teeth, get ready for work. And I try to tell myself that it’s noble, but I guess I’m not convincing myself. Because I change my mind so many times that it’s almost a crime. I soak my regrets in a bottle, light a match and watch it all burn. And I’ve been walking down this old road again. Though I told myself I’d never return.

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