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Tired Eyes
03:46
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All these nightmares
Stopped staying in my dreams
Now they are following me
Or maybe I'm just crazy
I'm haunted by your ghost
And you're not even dead
A slave to these shadows
Surrounding my bed
Maybe I'm scared of myself
Or what I'm capable of
Maybe it's something else
Lacking explanation
And when you bury me
After my last day's done
Make sure that it snows there
That's the one thing I want
Something cliche like that
For my romantic heart
Make sure it's beautiful
A fucking work of art
Maybe I'm scared of myself
Or what I'm capable of
Or maybe it's something else
Lacking explanation
Tired eyes Tired eyes
My disguise is wearing thin
I don't know how this got started
But I know how it'll end
Pretty smile, been a while
Know I miss you all the time
This distance is fucking killing me
I just want you to be mine
Tired eyes Tired eyes
My disguise is wearing thin
I don't know how this all started
But I'll show you how it ends
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This Fucking Mess
02:05
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Sometimes I find it hard to live up to
My own personal promises and demands
I just want to be healthy and well balanced again
Sometimes I want to be healthy and well balanced again
Because I admit I'm full of shit and I don't wanna deal with it
Sometimes I want to run away sometimes I just wanna cry
And look at us we were all such good friends will we ever be that way again
Oh no I don't want to talk about this
Why did I even bring up the subject
Now you are all going to hate me again
But what was so wrong I was just curious
Oh why did I have to bring up the past
I should have known that the good times were not meant to last
Sometimes I want to be healthy and well balanced again
Because I admit I'm sick of this and I don't want to deal with it
Sometimes I want to run away yeah sometimes I just wanna die
And just look at us we were all such good friends will we ever be that way again?
Sometimes I want to be healthy and well balanced again
Sometimes I wish I could just fix this stupid fucking mess
This fucking mess
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Big Mouth
03:48
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When's the right time to open my mouth
How long must I stand by silent and unheard
Not you- you're loud- shouting ignorance and slurs
I sit and complain to my friends but do nothing
And I wish I had the courage to say this to your face
But you'll never know this song is about you
Cause you know I'd never want to stoop down to your level
So I guess you'll never know the truth
Big mouth- Shut up! Wish I could put you in your place
Your hurt- I can relate But I just hate those songs you sing
And I wish I had the courage to say this to your face
But you'll never know this song is about you
Cause you know I'd never want to stoop down to your level
So I guess you'll never know the truth
Oh you poor baby
You're ego's been bruised
And you just love to play the part of the victim
Hell I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you don't you
And I wish I had the courage to say this to your face
But you'll never know this song is about you
Cause you know I'd never want to stoop down to your level
So I guess you'll never know the truth
You called that girl a whore because she broke your heart
And what makes it so much worse is that you did it on a stage
Where so many fucking people could hear every word
And I sat idley by and didn't do a damn thing
So I took up my pen and do what I always do
I wrote it all down and turn it into a song
Because you privileged fuck I promise this is the truth
You need to take a step back and really grow the fuck up
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Losing Friends
04:32
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When I'm all alone and I'm hating myself
It gets easy to miss you though you put me through hell
I don't understand I always act this way
But it is what it is so I guess that I'll stay
Right here in my bed hide away from the world
Another wasted day all because of a girl
And when I start feeling better I'm doing okay
I go out and make do and I start feeling sane
I no longer miss you I'm not wasting my time
I am finished I'm through I guess I'm doing fine
Even if that's not true and it's all just a lie
At least I'm alive and can say that I tried
I've gotten good at losing friends and fucking up and sleeping in
I really hate my stupid bed because it is too fucking big
I'll drink myself to sleep again and say things that I will regret
Wash rinse repeat and then forget laugh it off get over it
It's not that I hate you
I just feel better when you're not around
I'm sick of hearing about you.
It's easier to pretend you don't exist
Maybe one day I'll forgive you
I just don't see that happening any time soon
I'm putting forth the effort
It just isn't easy and that much is true
That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink.
If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget;
if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate;
and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
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