Find myself singing the same songs
Everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smiles ain't ok
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where i can see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old
Now as i open my eyes to start
Another day
I'm in a pile of puke
Empty bad of excuses
My love for friends and family
You know i need them
And under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And i can't believe that i have to
Bang my
Head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a
Little more
Space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again

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