Wondering why you had to go through everything that week
And then I don’t know why I’m waking up on the floor 
Again and again I try to make up my mind but I can’t
I don’t know where you’re coming from with that one
But I know 

I go in around 8pm and I can’t find what i’m looking for in here
So i list off a couple things 

I pick up my head from the dirt
And then I return to a lonely hurt
And I live all my life alone
And then I wonder how I got here

There isn’t a nice word for it
I call it loneliness
And she is my good friend
We sit and stare at the wall

I’ve gotta know
I’ve gotta know
Which way do I go?
I’ve gotta know

There isn’t a word for it I think
But I’m bound to be around still I think
There isn’t a word 
There is just hurt
There isn’t a word for this

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