Standing in line shivering with empty gas cans, so we could make it home from work that night. I thought I'd get myself away from this skyline after a 14 hour drive. Good morning, goodbye. It seems I haven't got much time. Excited with my sadness, these shadows keep on asking me, "what am I doing with my life?" If given the chance at this, I'll avoid your eyes and always miss, remembering I'm still alive. But just like this terrible weather I'll get worse before I get better. I'll get better. All my life I've been trying to get it right, I can't get it right. And all this time I can't get it right. I'll never get it right.
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