I thought I wanted to say, but I was stuck in the past. Mess me up, I wanted to hurt. Just give me something the last. I think you know what I'm made of, yeah

So in my mind's name

Paints a picture of baby color

Can't tell them right from the grass

To slow things down and clear my mind

It's like leaving a toxic friend behind

You say yes

And you don't make ways

I have you said you know that I'll try

And I don't want to hide away some another ride

you know what is happening on the right?

Yo, what is happening to my microphone?

Hang on a second.

Noise gate is.

There we go.

Turn this down a little bit.

Jesus Christ.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

There we go.

That's a bit better. That's not so freaking atomic on the eardrums. There we go. That's a bit better.

That's not so freaking atomic on the eardrums.

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