At The Park-Subseven

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 – 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 [[Category:SubSeven]]

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