The weight of the world on my shoulders but the only thing crushing me is you.
Stuck in this loveless rut, I look to the skies with my eyes shut.
(Three year funeral).
Just waiting to fill the coffin, as each nail goes in.
All these complaints form a queue.
She left her love at home, she don't love no more.
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