What the hell am I doing with my life?
Do not agree with things you don’t agree with
Time wounds all heals but I miss projecting
Goodbye everyone
I’m drowning in a drop of mental intoxication
I’d like to be shot by a sniper
I could sneak myself onto the cover of a magazine
And get to live a bit of the dream
I’m having fun with aches
Therefore I am.
I thought my parents would live forever
I had a picture of you
You looked like the Cookie Monster
We can look at the sky, at least that’s free in some degree
I miss the year 2000
Catastrophizing life can ease the pain
Shakespeare was right, the world is a stage
I get booed all the time, for claiming I hate this cage
I guess I have it coming
My helmet’s made of paper
Have some fun, I'll see you later
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