In spurts of sobriety High on anxiety Got my priorities all messed up Days like a minute pass Superficial, super fast Swimming circles is a glass bowl going nowhere
There I go again
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Precious and few the days go by As I seem to choose more wrong than right And I'm losing my youth and wasting time Blaming everyone else Oh won't you help me help myself
Entranced by the television No one's above suspicion Stars on a new collision course for fortune Everything's so complicated So I'll stay intoxicated Overhung, Overrated
Get me out of here I go again
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So forgive the vanity I'll take another look at me If all I get is what I see Then least that is comething
Frustrated beyond belief Drowning in apathy Pity gets a hold of me just as I surface