Untitled Demo 113

With my hands in my pockets
I would talk but I'm scared I might vomit
I'm sorry I apologize for everything
I have a little trouble talking to human beings

Paint me when I'm gone
As somebody you can love

I can tell that you checked out
As soon as I opened my mouth
Or atleast that's how it feels But I know that it's just my stupid brain
And it's chemical spill

Was anybody gonna tell me
That she left
Great job sport we did our best



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Writer(s): William Rodriguez
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