Hayden - Secrets

Clean

I wish I was clean
I wish I was brutally honest and mean
Anything but me

I wish I did painkillers
But that ain't my drug of choice
Instead I'm huffing down insults
Till the hospital bed takes my voice

I'll package up
The reapers drum
And let it beat all the way home

I wish you could stop me
Cause this ain't what I want
I wanna be free like
The clouds hold their dreamers in thought

I wish that I wanted to go to Harvard
I wish that I cared about money
I wish
That I cared about something
Cause I don't really care about nothing

I'll package up
The reaper's drum
And let it beat all the way home
I'll try to speak
But I'm weighted down with greif
So I'll just sing this plain old country song
So I'll just weep this worldwide singalong

Ooh ohh ohhhh
Oooh ooooh
La da da da do do do do do

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