Jan 06, 2005 21:43
I bored, sprinkled with a smooth layer of depression.
I was alone thinkin' I was just fine
I wasn't lookin' for anyone to be mine
I thought love was just a fabrication
A train that wouldn't stop at my station
Home, alone, that was my consignment
Solitary confinement
So when we met I was getting around you
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my regular songs are really depressing
and i dont really like them
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