I sit here Cold winter's day Wind blowing against the window heavily The candle by my side is dipping down Flickering a story on the wall across the way Dave Matthews keeps me company As the voices inside my head start pounding About what I ought to do What I shouldn't do And what I can't Wish they'd just shut up for once Most of all, I wish I didn't have to choose There's no point anymore No point to anything I go where the others take me I say what the others lead I'll just sit here for the rest of the day Listening to Dave Matthews And wishing I was someone else.Birth sign: Scorpio
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