At The Park

Caught up in this system - put down as another victim -

my fingernails are fading away - and my hair is looking lazy -

but that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy -

Chours:

this time I have don't feel my own -

this life I live feels like a joke. -

but still I try to take control -

still on my own, all alone -

here I go again - go - I lie awake -

In my car - at the park - I -I run away -

It's half past three and I can't sleep -

looking up at the stars - looking up in the dark -

this time I have don't feel my own -

this life I live feels like a joke -

but still I try to take control -

still on my own, all alone

my stereo turns on trying to ignore you

but i still hear your voice

everything will be okay,you say

everythings going to change,you say

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