I may finish this someday, I may not.
As I get older it's harder and harder to finish anything. It just feels pointless. I know it's not, but I can't get over the feeling. Sucks dude.
Lyrics:
One day I met a girl she was fine and she was sweet.
I asked her if she would like to come with me,
to a place, unknown, the roadrunner's home.
The rebel in her heart coerced her to agree.
One day we got a notice; Five days to leave.
I asked her, said: "Baby, should we head back East?"
"Get a place back home where our roots were grown?"
The rebel in her heard couldn't bear defeat.
There's a change in the weather.
I feel it on the wind.
Nothing's getting better.
I'm breaking down again.
The days and the weeks and the months go by.
Bills pile at our feet.
Tension is building, any day it could peak.
I broke her trust, leaving next week she said.
The rebel in her heart was betrayed by ...
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