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Next day i'm walking the road, kicking rocks, it's my fault, my life's the worst story told, i'll be like this till' i'm old, i'll reap the page out the book, i'm just so miss understood, i always think about her, and when my life felt good, i smoked a cig' on the porch, it doesn't help me at all, i wonder: "what's it all for? It's just the girl i adored?" and i know i can't afford, watchin' her walk out the door, so i keep it to myself, and keep my feet on the floor...
2025-10-09 00:16:36