At The Park - текст песни
At The Park
It rips me up, spits me out I’m messed up, in this rut
Caught up in this system, put down 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
It’s half past three and I can’t sleep
Looking up at the stars
Looking up at 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 ok”, you say
Everything’s going to change”, you say
“You’re not crazy”
It rips me up, spits me out, I’m messed up, in this rut
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