I'm about to lose my composure, I'm gettin close
To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost
Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go
To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control
Have I done wrong? Have you done wrong? It doesn't matter because nothing has gone right.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
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