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I am staring though eyes that see but do not process, driving on auto-pilot to a place we used to go. Smiling occasionally but closing off as soon as I opened up.
And how I would love to sit back and drink untill I fall and forget. So I'll raise my glass and not look back.
"Here's to being a hypocrite"
Wrapped to snuggly in blankets, trying to make up for a lack of arms around my body. But nothing else will do.
R-E-L-A-P-S-E
And how I would love to sit back and drink untill I fall and forget. So I'll raise my glass and not look back.
"Here's to being a hypocrite"
Wrapped to snuggly in blankets, trying to make up for a lack of arms around my body. But nothing else will do.
R-E-L-A-P-S-E