Walk            
             
Find myself singing the same songs 
everyday 
Ones that make me feel good 
When things behind the smiles ain't ok 

Around and over and in-between the seas 
I need to be on top of a mountain 
Where I can see everything 
Cause this paranoia's getting old 

Now as I open my eyes to start 
another day 
I'm in a pile of puke 
Empty bad of excuses 
My love for friends and family 
you know I need them 

And under a sun that's seen it all before 
My feet are so cold 
And I can't believe that I have to 
bang my 
Head against this wall again 
But the blows they have just a 
little more 
Space in-between them 

Gonna take a breath and try again

             
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