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Self-conscious

Menthol cigarettes and a head full of problems
What a beautiful way to drown in this hell
I can't trust my mind it's always out to get me

Alarm clock sound like bombs dropping
Tearing me from the world that I want to be in
I swear if I could sleep forever I would have you

I'm self-conscious at the situationĀ 
Reality is now my nightmare
I'm always going to be broken

You're always lingering in my mind
I wish I could sleep forever in her armsĀ 
All I have left is menthol cigarettes

◄ Words of The Waiting Man 16

I'm Sorry, I'm Trying ►

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