How can you find your inspiration when you already know your fate just keeping asking questions about the choices that you make here i go again, try my hand at self bettering (no matter how much this hurts i can't stop now) i've lost control i've lost my faith i think
I'm lost it all (it's cold outside, it's time to run and hide) i hope for summer and it comes but always dies (no matter how much this hurts i can't stop now) i can't stop now -i roll out of these sheets today and notice that my problems
I left are still in my way it's hit or miss, one more scratched of the list should i be put in my place --it's cold, these dreams, i cut, to set free your movie life is just a dream, that you live without me i'm sick of waking up here
I go again, try my hand at self bettering the choices get harder to erase when they hang like paintings inside your head
I'm lost it all (it's cold outside, it's time to run and hide) i hope for summer and it comes but always dies (no matter how much this hurts i can't stop now) i can't stop now -i roll out of these sheets today and notice that my problems
I left are still in my way it's hit or miss, one more scratched of the list should i be put in my place --it's cold, these dreams, i cut, to set free your movie life is just a dream, that you live without me i'm sick of waking up here
I go again, try my hand at self bettering the choices get harder to erase when they hang like paintings inside your head
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