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Momma said I'm proud of you, and my dad want to help me, guide me through,
And I do want to change, but I keep coming back to the same old same,
Snort a line, and hope for a better life.
What the fuck is that, where's the discipline?
I don't now what it is but I'm sick of it.
I didn't care about nothing, I'll rather be alone for now,
Figure out, how to bring myself back down, on the ground.
I guess we changed, some for the better, some for the worse.
I'm stuck somewhere between and it hurts.
I miss saying things like "thanks I'm alright."
When you ask me, how I'm feeling, well I'm happy, when I'm dreaming.
And I do want to change, but I keep coming back to the same old same,
Snort a line, and hope for a better life.
What the fuck is that, where's the discipline?
I don't now what it is but I'm sick of it.
I didn't care about nothing, I'll rather be alone for now,
Figure out, how to bring myself back down, on the ground.
I guess we changed, some for the better, some for the worse.
I'm stuck somewhere between and it hurts.
I miss saying things like "thanks I'm alright."
When you ask me, how I'm feeling, well I'm happy, when I'm dreaming.
It's a whole other world in my head, when I close my eyes in my bed.
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