Finding A New Home

Why is this like this?
I must have a simple heart on my head
I drank too much greed. yes

It's been so long since when i was felt alive

I feel like i'm a calculator
That's my bad habit
I wanted him dead
But I drank the poison
That was suicide. yeah
Why am i do like this?
How could i do this shit?

It's filled with emptiness all on my mind
What do i sing for? I don't know
We must keep thinkin' 'bout it, whatever it is
We don't realize we are alive

I'm thinkin' 'bout finding a new home. (Richard Feynman's Letter)
Foolishly, I am obsessed with revenge and i'm blinded
I'm driving, but my eyes are keeps on mirror
Pain is always wanted to leave
But I can't let it go
Ooh

It's filled with emptiness all on my mind
What do i sing for? I don't know
We must keep thinkin' 'bout it. whatever it is
We don't realize we are alive



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Writer(s): Norman
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