Unwelcomed

Tiny little pieces of tomorrow were left under my door
And I try to understand the meaning of them all
I close, can't sleep at night, the indie scene's just one big lie
Lucky me, I have lost faith in space and time
Within my words you'll find my sorrow
Let's clear up the smoke and let me live my life again
I'm going home
I close my eyes and die and die again
All over again, it's "Groundhog Day"
I feel sick and I sing the Blues
They are trying to teach how to read the book I wrote
About not having a clue
Tiny little pieces of tomorrow were slipped under my door
And I try to understand the meaning of them all
I close, can't sleep at night, the indie scene's just one big lie
I feel sick and I sing the Blues
And they are trying to teach how to read the book I wrote
About not having a clue



Credits
Writer(s): Juan Pablo Mazzola
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