I don't know where to start and I don't know where to end,
There are so many things I want to share with you,
Like pictures in my phone, hanging up and leaving me alone and maybe some art.
How could this went so far in such a short time,
I don't know if I'm ready to stand it right now,
I don't wanna go home, I'm sitting in parking lot all alone.
I'm singing my heart out to nobody, smelling like some kind of waste,
Wishing you were here singing with me, maybe then I'll wash my hair.
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