| What more am I to you than just another waste of space? |
| A walking bad decision
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| an empty face?
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| And I keep losing everything, Long nights and longer drives aren’t comforting.
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| And what more is happiness, than out of reach? |
| And what more is distance,
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| than you and me?
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| Well did you notice that everything was gone or did it ever seem to cross your
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| mind?
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| I swear it’s gone away, I swear I’m gone. |
| But I am the only problem in this
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| home.
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| So I’ll sit and wait all day; |
| because killing time is starting to kill me.
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| It was you that ran away, but killing time is starting to kill me.
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| I wish killing time would just start to kill me. |