Walk

Find myself singing the same songs everyday
 
 Ones that make me feel good
 When things behind the smiles ain't ok
 Around and over and in-between the seas
 I need to be on top of a mountain
 Where I can be see everything
 Cause this paranoia's getting old
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 Now as I open my eyes to start another day
 I'm in a pile of puke
 Empty bag of excuses
 My love for friends and family
 You know I need them
 And under a sun that's seen it all before
 My feet are so cold
 And I can't believe that I have to bang my
 Head against this wall again
 But the blows they have just a little more
 Space in-between them
 Gonna take a breath and try again.