On god you could make 100 more songs like this and theyed all deserved to be framed in a meusum.

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Lyrics
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yeah i wake up everyday
think about the things I did yesterday
try to find a reason to go meditate
BUT I AM SO MATERIALISTIC, DONT GIVE MYSELF A BREAK

or maybe too many
I don't spend my time, do anything
serve myself a drink, now I'm tipping
NOW IM SINGING!
TRYNA FIND SOME HOPE THAT I MIGHT MAKE IT!
*yet their all sick of it*

and sick of me too
i ran out of time, now i look like a fool
all my friends, made it look so easy
working on my job, and making music, is so sickening

think i got a little too much in my
system
i keep this bottle going down
till i forget him
look into my eyes
it’s like a picture
chains up to my heart
like im a victim
it’s going down
layed up in my bed
like i’m a patient
cut me round
let’s do it one more time
i’ve been waiting
walk round the house
way too numb
for a month
let’s get this over with
let’s say that we’re done

tell me that i look so pretty
in roses
there’s no way out
of this path
that we’ve chosen
cutting me down
love it’s fine
id do it for you anytime

and if i’m allowed
i’ll see you out
i’ll be your knight
walking out of the house

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