Mar 03, 2004 20:50
Yeah, i'm underneath the sun
And i'm underneath the gun
Sometimes
I beat up myself, i
Lock my own way, i
Cloud all my thoughts
Please go away
Oh, nevermind me
I'm checking out now
And won't ever come back
Now that my life doesn't exist
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