No word comes up at all
Write down some regrets
On the palm
I'm scared
We got not time to lose
My throat's nearly
reduced to pulp
Nothing
That's what I'm engaged in
Feel like being tied
On the wheel chair
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
Sometimes I look back
Where I've walked
Sometimes put myself In the past
Nothing
That's what I'm engaged in
Feel like being tied
On the wheel chair
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I worry about
how much I'm cried up
I'm cried up I'm cried up
Dry mouth No word comes up at all Write down some regrets On the palm I'm scared We got not time to lose My throat's nearly reduced to pulp Nothing That's what I'm engaged in Feel like being tied On the wheel chair I worry about how much I'm cried up I worry about how much I'm cried up Sometimes I look back Where I've walked Sometimes put myself In the past Nothing That's what I'm engaged in Feel like being tied On the wheel chair I worry about how much I'm cried up I worry about how much I'm cried up I worry about how much I'm cried up I worry about how much I'm cried up I worry about how much I'm cried up I worry about how much I'm cried up I'm cried up I'm cried up Explain Request ×
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