Last week, somebody took the agony that they keep
And threw it on the words that I speak
Today, I saw the person that made me this way,
So I ran into the nearest café,
Its kinda scary, its kinda sad
How many people turn from good to bad
And I have so much left to feel.
They seem to pick me,
Straight through my bones
You know sometimes
I just wanna get straight home.
And I have so much left to feel,
I have so much left to feel
Lonely maybe they’re just the lonely ones
Expressing themselves through moving thumbs
Expressing themselves through boredom
And you used to say happiness isn’t a fixed state
It depends on what you look at and how relate,
You were so wise and now
now you’re so full of hate
Its kinda scary,
Its kinda sad
how many people turn from good to bad.
And I have so much left to feel
They seem to pick me,
Straight through my bones
You know sometimes
I just wanna get straight home.
And I have so much left to feel,
I have so much left to feel.
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