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I'm not used to doing this. Can you walk me through it? It almost hurts to push it out. And perseverance is not a hobby of mine, But its fine. I'm trying. I'm buying Time from a vending machine. And I'm starting to see the difference. You knew I'd be scared if you ran away, But you didn't care, you went anyway. Now you're just a name scribbled on a bathroom stall I hope you keep on running till you hit a wall. Consider this a loan, 'cause I'm expecting some "payback" Consider this alone because it won't ever happen. 'Cause I fill in the sidelines, and I feel it inside me. I'm feeling faded, but I can't say I hate it. Shin splints and side stitches can't compare to this. I know you've been through hell, but you know you're so full of Shin splints and side stitches can't compare to this. I know you've been through hell, but you know you're full of yourself. I'll sing it back to you again, 'Cause you're so conceited, You didn't hear a damn word I said. And I shouldn't even have to repeat myself You're cutting off all circulation, But my determination's More than you give me credit for. So much inside that I lied about everything. Maybe I tried, but I'm fine without anything. Keep it all to yourself, 'cause its bad for your health I know you'll choke and die and go straight down to hell. I'm so sick of being down. But you know you're full of yourself.
Writer(s): Emmanuel Angel Roldan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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