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(White/Armstrong)
Another alone on a dark road somewhere far away
from my home. The on my mind, so far behind.
Face in a sink these caffienated insides.
It's scenarios you think of while you're alone,
and on my own. if my parents paid for everything
I own I could be somewhere in a taking notes
of things that I already know (or I do). What
doesn't you makes you grow. This nine to five
turns into hours. It seems that escape
from this cold, dark is a dream. My priorities
are forgotten, in a cycle on your knees. I
in spite to my friends and my enemies. Some
days I and lie awake in bed just to breathe my
heartbeat. I hear noises overhead, but this
face strong enough to sleep. I have a dream
that I can sleep on my own. These my pale
reflection pretend that this is all I have to
offer. I hear noises overhead but this throat
enough to scream, or so it seems. Now I scream
on my own. This cup off burning my insides,
and sip after sip I grow and come to realize this
is on.