Living out in L .A. by the books,
Been staying in a high rise
I stood up on my old self,
truth is I've been waiting a while
I've been waiting a while
For her to come back to me
For her to come back to me
And the truth is I'm afraid to write
that I've been feeling at night
No things to thin my mind
Took the keys to a temple,
set the whole damn thing alight
I've been staying up late nights
Still waiting on my old self,
wondering if she's doing fine
I hope that you're doing fine
Singing, will you come back to
So someone tell me, will I go straight to hell
I really thought I might make it out
But there's this voice in my head
that keeps tearing me down
no one's getting in or getting out
And did your mother have to sit you down?
why you stopped coming out?
And are your lies dripping down
from your teeth to your mouth?
When you say that you're fine,
how'd the shit that you've
I bite my tongue every time
I've got some shit I need to talk about
And the truth is I'm afraid to write
anything that's alluding to these things
that I've been feelin' at night
And I've been feelin' tonight
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