Fugitive of the World
My anger boils over like a teapot on a flame
Its something i cannot hold in something i cannot tame
I want to get out of this place i consider hell
I tried to climb up the ladder but i fell
Listening to the little guy on my left shoulder i picj a fight
But the little guy on the other side says, 'This isnt right!'
My mind is racing
I feel like pacing
Instead of facing
The pain i caused i make a racket
Grab my jacket
And run the end of the world
On my way my legs fumbled and my sight swirled
Feeling tired and sad and awfully bad
Dreaming of the life i never had
I make a U-turn and walk the other way
Hopefully i'll make it home by the end of the day
Its something i cannot hold in something i cannot tame
I want to get out of this place i consider hell
I tried to climb up the ladder but i fell
Listening to the little guy on my left shoulder i picj a fight
But the little guy on the other side says, 'This isnt right!'
My mind is racing
I feel like pacing
Instead of facing
The pain i caused i make a racket
Grab my jacket
And run the end of the world
On my way my legs fumbled and my sight swirled
Feeling tired and sad and awfully bad
Dreaming of the life i never had
I make a U-turn and walk the other way
Hopefully i'll make it home by the end of the day
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