At The Park

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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