Sometimes I feel like my mind is against me. I don't know why we can't get along.
Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder where it all went wrong.
Sometimes I think about removing my eyes from my skull, so I can't see what I've become.
Or maybe I should cut off my legs so I can no longer run.
Run away from my problems, run away from my pain.
I got out alive, but I was never the same.
Sometimes I wish I meant it when I tell them I'm fine.
Sometimes my sometimes mean all the time.
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Pink Dazies
I'm just figuring things out.
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