What am I supposed to do with this time? If there’s so many holes, I stay afloat
But I feel out of control, So petrified, I’m petrified.
But I feel out of control, So petrified, I’m petrified.
What am I supposed to do to get by? Did I lose everything? I need to survive. ‘Cause at 4am, when the sweat sets in, Did you get my message? Did it send? Or did you just get on with your life?
What am I supposed to do with these clothes? It’s my twisted way of keeping you close. I’m a nervous wreck, I’m a broken man. Did you get my message? Did it send?
Or do get along on your own?
And it breaks me down when I see your face, you look so different but you feel the same. And I do not understand, I cannot comprehend. The chills your body sends
Why did it have to end?
What am I supposed to do with these clothes? It’s my twisted way of keeping you close. I’m a nervous wreck, I’m a broken man. Did you get my message? Did it send?
Or do get along on your own?
And it breaks me down when I see your face, you look so different but you feel the same. And I do not understand, I cannot comprehend. The chills your body sends
Why did it have to end?
I’m taking time to thinking I don’t think it’s fair for us to, turn around and say goodbye, I have this feeling when I finally find the words to say. But I can’t tell you if you turn around and runaway.
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