I don’t know whether to be happy or angry
Empty thoughts getting the best of me
Something’s missing, something always has
Struggling to keep it going, wondering how long it’ll last
Bones ache and creek, I’m not getting any better
So young I’m dying, I’m only growing older
Letting life walk all over me, I’m just a door mat
Please wipe your feet and don’t get the floor wet
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