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You say good start
I say perfect ending
This world has no heart
and mine is beyond mending
Wiping down menus of food I can’t afford
If this is my destiny then
why am I so bored?
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Am I suicidal?
or am I hungry?
American idol
get the hell off my TV
Can’t write songs as well as you
Can’t play guitar
the way that I want to
I can sense the future
in this pennsylvania night
It is sealed for my protection
but if I can pick my poison, I just might
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Breaking up is hard to do
but waking up is harder
I had plans, and they fell through
now I’m back to beg and barter
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