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I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud I'm either alive or I'm six feet underground with the beetles and the snakes I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting Or I'm probably just on the rag I saw a man picking clover in front of my doctor's office I thought it was like winning the lottery Or that maybe his wife had liked clover when she was alive And I started to cry, I started to cry I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud I'm either alive or I'm six feet underground with the beetles and the snakes I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting Or I'm probably just on the rag I saw a girl walking on the sidewalk with her boyfriend When I was in the car He grabbed her arm so hard, and pulled her along And I wanted to run him over and make him die And I start to cry, I started to cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, and girls are weak, and boys don't cry I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud I'm either alive or I'm six feet underground I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud I'm either alive or I'm six feet underground with the beetles and the snakes I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting Or I'm probably just on the rag I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud I'm either alive or I'm six feet underground with the beetles and the snakes
Writer(s): Rayne Blakeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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