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Today felt like sunday

So did yesterday

And the day before tomorrows war will be waking up for another day

Just like every other day

All my shirts don’t fit

All my words are shit

Always looking for a flavor that don’t exist

Dependent on dependance that I don’t declare

So what’s the problem here?

Here’s to another shitty year

Deflate my head

Take me off of that cloud

I am nothing to be proud of

Take me off your back

I want to run

Off into the nearest setting sun

I avoid mirrors

Haven’t seen myself in years

Is my hair still brown?

Am I still a clown?

Or did my makeup wash away?

Did I melt on a summers day?

I can’t change your view

What I am to you is if I’m not good enough for myself

Why am I too good for everybody else?

Here’s the bullet, take your best shot

Deflate my head

Take me off of that cloud

I am nothing to be proud of

Take me off your back

I want to run

Off into the nearest setting sun, alright

Today felt like sunday

So did yesterday

And the day before tomorrows war will be waking up for another day

Just like every other day

Deflate my head

Take me off of that cloud

I am nothing to be proud of

Take me off your back

I want to run

Off into the nearest setting sun

Deflate my head

Take me off of these clouds

Cause I am nothing to be proud of

Take me off your back

I want to run

Off into the nearest loaded gun

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