Vending Machine

I don't wanna die
I sometimes just wish I wasn't alive
And I can't tell a lie
But I can make up patterns in my mind
I've never felt trapped inside
But I've been stuck in mazes in real life
And I've had visions where
Blues are red and blacks are white

I don't wanna die
I sometimes just wish I wasn't alive
And I can't tell a lie
But I can make up patterns in my mind
I've never felt trapped inside
But I've been stuck in mazes in real life
And I've had visions where
Blues are red and blacks are white



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Layne Aldridge, Robert Ames Matthews, Katherine Lane Mckown, Grace Ann Mckown
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