I miss being the world for someone...
My head is bound around itself,
Bound in its own madness.
Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Bound in its own madness.
Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Why do i feel this way that i do?
Fuck, I can't even expect myself to
Understand my feelings.
No one cares anyway,
My thoughts and feelings,
Are dead to the world and my surrondings.
So.......
Stop the World Cos I want Off
Fuck, I can't even expect myself to
Understand my feelings.
No one cares anyway,
My thoughts and feelings,
Are dead to the world and my surrondings.
So.......
Stop the World Cos I want Off
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