Joy
There's nothing to talk about
Nothing to talk about
And you've met me at a terrible time
You've met me at a terrible time
No reason to speak or to socialize
Felt safe in my complexes
I've been there with you again and again
And I still don't know how to control it
I'm jealous
I'm stuck
Maybe it's the reason I fell again out of luck
But I messed up once again
Just the act of being me
Searching for purpose in my weary head
Seems so absurd
It feels so messed up
Needless again
Nothing to talk about
And you've met me at a terrible time
You've met me at a terrible time
No reason to speak or to socialize
Felt safe in my complexes
I've been there with you again and again
And I still don't know how to control it
I'm jealous
I'm stuck
Maybe it's the reason I fell again out of luck
But I messed up once again
Just the act of being me
Searching for purpose in my weary head
Seems so absurd
It feels so messed up
Needless again
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Writer(s): Broken Fingers
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