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since he left me everything is turned upside down inside out never gonna feel right again wrong. the honey in my tea tastes sour as a lemon peel, and i still can't seem to swallow any of this.
i drive through the same city streets, repeat the same tired routine, yet nothing is familiar.
it's like i'm seeing it through a film, hazy like a dream or a fever, likes someone's face seen from underwater. and my eyes just won't adjust.
i drive through the same city streets, repeat the same tired routine, yet nothing is familiar.
it's like i'm seeing it through a film, hazy like a dream or a fever, likes someone's face seen from underwater. and my eyes just won't adjust.