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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