Going to punk rock shows
And coming home to whats not working
A clouded mist sort of covers me
When I leave its goodbye so long
Never coming back around
Anyway I'm to hard into the ground
Seems like there is nothing left to do
Is's okay but I'm sorry
Things sometimes turn out the way
That no one want's them to be
Birth sign: Cancer
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