I've got another one of those days going again.
Why is it I can't stop thinking.
Why is it that whenever i dream, i some how go and fuck it up.
Why can't I get a slide in my direction.
Why can't I be the one standing their in the cold blustery snowy night on your corner,
just to see you go to sleep at night so i know your safe.
Why can't I be the one
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