I cannot be living like this anymore. My hands to my face. My knees to the floor. I cannot be living like this anymore. Many come and go. I've got nothing left to show.
I just wanted to be myself. Trapped in a friendless hell. Lonesome in a cold black night. Sleepless under dim lights.
I cannot be living like this anymore. My hands to my face. My knees to the floor. Twenty-two years old. With no trust to hold. Our hands begin to unfold.
I try my hardest to hold on, but friendship is just out of reach. Your colors showed, your like this rest.
And you left me in the rain.
You left me in the rain.
I am ready to be let down.
Trapped in, between my guilt and pride. These fights have left us worn out and dry. I am not the son you want me to be. Just stop believing in me.
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