And I've reached the verdict that mostly, I'm a bore.

[katry1]

Песня просто тру стори оф май лайф.
Неделю не могла собраться запостить ее сюда.

Вы не представляете, как весь этот альбом отзывается в голове. Беда, просто беда.

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I still worry about the weather, and I'm sick to death of rain
And these panic attacks do nothing for my tired swollen brain
My days aren't getting better, and I'm still numbing the pain
I lost my mind and all my hope in feeling fine again
I'm holding out for a saving grace, to show me the error of my ways
I really need a change
I'm not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
I haven't felt so fucking drained, I need a break
***
I'm not quite there but I'm on my way
I'm still forgetting names and faces, I need to get away
From this place, 'cause my outlooks' changed
Along with how I speak and I'm really not the same as I used to be
I'm always living in my head and I can't remember when, I last felt alive