You sound tired on the phone.

It's fair enough.

It's been a wall since you've been home.

You say the smile on your face is going to be on the room to pretend.

It's clear to me you've reached your limit once again.

Oh Sometimes you get a little tear because you are sick of feeling that all your time is

waiting to be waited by something you are missing.

You take your fit, cake have roll and pick me up like Coach Bombay, your school

captain every year, your Christmas with without boxing day.

You haven't had a day off in weeks.

Your voice is shaking when you're speaking

might not be my place to hell. but don't, but don't, be so hard on yourself.

You don't do anything by us.

Don't change because I've known

don't change because I've known that from the start.

You say that things are spinning around and around and you've lost control and you need to slow down.

It's clear to me that you were ready for the end.

Oh sometimes you get a little too because you are sick of feeling that all your time is

waiting to be waited by something you are missing.

You take off the cake and afoul

and pick me up like Coach Bombay

your school captain every year

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