if you don't have anything nice to say
then don't saying anything at all
but ever since I got out of bed today
my dreams have began to fall
what can I do to restore my youth?
to turn back time
to redo my whole life
all over for you?
ever second I waste, i get little more
hungover on life, ready to try
anything that can to get me back to the place
where I'm not running from the truth,
not worrying about you
but it just keeps getting harder and harder to start
while we keep getting farther, farther apart
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