Seriously

Something's off. I feel it again
You never follow through with your plans
You take what you like. Don't like what you have
Then you fill it away in your bag
Then you push off and free your mind
Leaving all you had behind
You take your pills and have your thrills
Consuming till you've had your fill and you're out
Then you're out, then you're out, then you're out
Then you're out, you're out, you're out, you're out
You're out, you're out, you're out

It is what it ain't, I tell you again
You make your mistakes as you condescend
And what will I do with no-one to save?
You feel so alone as you dig your grave and you're gone
Then you're gone, then you're gone, then you're gone
Then you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone
You're gone, you're gone, you're gone



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Allen Hoffman
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