This feeling that ya have it won’t go away, no, it’ll follow you like your shadow for all of your days, it’s the burden you’ve made for yourself, it won’t be carried by anybody else, get your feet on the ground, get your head in the clear, we want you around this time next year. You poor broken thing, you’ve been dealt a bad hand, this life it ain’t fair we all understand, but you’ve been here before, on this merry go round, if you don’t get clean you’ll end up in the ground. This feeling that ya have it won’t go away, no, it’ll follow you like your shadow for all of your days, it’s the burden you’ve made for yourself, it won’t be carried by anybody else, you poor broken thing.
You poor broken thing, how’d it ever get so bad, have you forgotten about the love you once had, but you’ve been here before, you can beat it again, this world was made for second chances.
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