Not Good Today.....
A Million Miles, A Million Miles......I Don't have time to stop......
A Million Miles, A Million Miles......
I Need to find my way out......
I really don't like the start of day......
I really don't like what people say......
Talk like they really do care......
They cut you open with surgical skill......
Poison everything they can find inside......
Sew you back up and steal your pride......
Inside we began to die......
Not being able to trust, believe or cry......
You will close up tight like you are in a shell......
Stay away from humans all the time......
Hoping they will all go to hell......
You are willing to hold the gate open for them......
Can't resist the desire to sleep......
Don't want to do a damn thing......
Don't want to be bothered by any of the sheep......
Not even the sun from the day is allowed.....
This is how I choose to exist to be safe......
I just don't want anymore games played for my sake......
A Million Miles, A Million Miles......
I don't have time.
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