| Bills are stacking, money’s lacking, I’m poor
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| I can’t take it anymore; |
| I can’t see an end to this
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| Pills and mornings, my baby’s slamming the door,
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| She can’t take it anymore; |
| she is leaving with the kids
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| I used to have ideas and brainstorm, my head above the water
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| But now it just appears that, the rainstorm has overdrawn the river
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| Optimism, the credit prison, has floored
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| I’m going overboard, the chances that I’ve missed
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| I used to have ideas not brain storms, my head above the water
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| But now it just appears that, the rainstorms have overgrown the river
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| Fame is such a lonely game, forsaken when it’s gone
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| When it’s on, it can’t last much longer
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| Pain is for the wiser man, I’m noteless when you’re gone
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| When you’re gone I can’t be much stronger
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| An artificial flame, has lit some warmth in me
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| Now that you know my name and my melody
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| Glory, notoriety, as powerful as they may be
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| Won’t take away my reason or my sanity
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| Aggravating, a fameless craving has grown
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| And now that I am strong
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| I’m scaring you away. |