I've walked around with my head down for so long that I could walk without turning wrong. Plastic cups won't drown my woes. Ignored like a ghost from head to toe. God dammit can't get my head out of the clouds. Things for me don't ever look up they always look down. Maybe you would talk to me if I was in shape, but I could be wrong but this feeling can't shake.
I've walked for so long with my head down below. I've walked for so fucking long I can't feel the Earth beneath my feet.
I guess I won't try anymore.
Solitude is whats in store.
No one like to be ignored.
Someone answer I'm so bored.
(I'm on the back burner and I'm burning out alive.)
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