Three hours sleep and a knot in my gut, something's coming on but I don't know what. Nervous exhaustion, my only friend, watching the sun find me here again.
Can't think straight but what the fuck is new? Losing my grip and there's nothing I can do. Nervous exhaustion, a void in my brain.
Dead on my feet, like a fucking machine. I can't wind down, I can't shut it out, I can't think straight, born to burn out. Day in. Day out. Day in. Day out. For what?
Can't think straight but what the fuck is new? Losing my grip and there's nothing I can do. Nervous exhaustion, a void in my brain.
Dead on my feet, like a fucking machine. I can't wind down, I can't shut it out, I can't think straight, born to burn out. Day in. Day out. Day in. Day out. For what?
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