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I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
I give up. There's nothing else I can do to make things right. It's the same thing over and over and frankly, I'm sick and tired of these childish games.
I don't even know what it is I want anymore.
I'm not just not good at this. I'm really not. I never was and I don't think I ever will be. Maybe there's something wrong with me; it's certainly starting to look that way. I create these illusions in my head and I live off of them, never bringing myself back to reality. I only end up hurting myself in the end.
I'm really starting to wish that I had just left and never came back.
That feels like tragedy's at hand
I give up. There's nothing else I can do to make things right. It's the same thing over and over and frankly, I'm sick and tired of these childish games.
I don't even know what it is I want anymore.
I'm not just not good at this. I'm really not. I never was and I don't think I ever will be. Maybe there's something wrong with me; it's certainly starting to look that way. I create these illusions in my head and I live off of them, never bringing myself back to reality. I only end up hurting myself in the end.
I'm really starting to wish that I had just left and never came back.