"I don't even want to talk to you for a couple of days"
Echo, echo, echo, echo...
Crawling down my yellow-brick road
hoping to run into one of those freaks...
Someone without a brain, or a heart..
realizing I'm surrounded by them every day
I just need someone to keep me company
so as not to stray into the depths of lonley
I had someone....
"Head up, eyes on the prize"
Someone like that.
But as I constantly do,
I fucked it up
Now he doesn't want to talk to me,
doesn't want to be around me
Three clicks
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like his arms
Take me there....
or kill me please
Hopelessness causes me to fall
falling, falling, THUD
Hitting rock bottom is a real pain in the ass.
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