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I make appointments
and lend my hand
my heart
and even sometimes my money
attempt to stay positive
attempt to understand
attempt to hold it in
nothing quite works out the way it's predicted
work, sleep, school
sleep, school, work
school, work, sleep
its all just a run around
what next?
they stole my childhood
but you make me feel that childish innocence again...
so much to say
so much to give
so much to sing
so much love...
does anyone really understand themselves?
run...
never looking back
settle
fall a little....
.... and let it start all over again
sometimes I shut him out
I don't even think about him
he is a character in the story of my life
not a real person
.. but every time that reality breaks
it hits me like it did the first time...
my head isn't right...
never has been
I blame him
... I hate that I see so much of him in me