At The Park

It rips me up – spits me out – I'm messed up – in this rut -

Caught up in this system – put down as another victim -

My fingernails are fading away – and my hair is looking lazy -

But that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy -

Chours:

This time I have don't feel my own -

This life I live feels like a joke. -

But still I try to take control -

Still on my own, all alone -

Here I go again – go – I lie awake -

In my car – at the park – I –I run away -

It's half past three and I can't sleep -

Looking up at the stars – looking up in the dark -

This time I have don't feel my own -

This life I live feels like a joke -

But still I try to take control -

Still on my own, all alone

My stereo turns on trying to ignore you

But i still hear your voice

Everything will be okay,you say

Everythings going to change,you say

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