Tell me why the only time all our days go freely is when I don't have the time to go plunder up my life.
Is it warm in the shelter of what was mine.
We're at war with our own minds.
I hate my words, when I don't have the feelings in me.
And I don't feel like everything was all my fault.
I'm going for a walk and I'm never coming home.
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