walking streets bring no coolness to these cheeks are red and mess heads a mess walk to a door i know and find it closed wander backwards lost staying where i don't feel fit every time i leave the house a world i don't feel fit for.. push and hide in cracks i don't fit walk out of work, nothing solves the case walk out on friends and lovers and self nothing feels more don't feel my place for them, always in the way in a crowed room, in a bed made for two lye down on the side of the road no moon to stare no stars bright this is a week for mess
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these cheeks are red and mess heads a mess
walk to a door i know and find it closed
wander backwards lost staying where i don't feel fit
every time i leave the house a world i don't feel fit for..
push and hide in cracks i don't fit
walk out of work, nothing solves the case
walk out on friends and lovers and self nothing feels more
don't feel my place for them, always in the way
in a crowed room, in a bed made for two
lye down on the side of the road no moon to stare no stars bright
this is a week for mess
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