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If I could extend my sentences like I do my metaphors, I’d be a hell of a conversationalist. And if I could expose my flaws in other ways than through this music, I’d be arrested and sentenced to life.
If you could see my despair through my thick frames and my thick head, you;d probably know why I’m an anti-social fuck. And if you could grasp this concept, this anti-superior complex, then you could figure out what I’ve done.
But we’re all just wrecking balls, pounding on an indestructible wall, trying to find where we belong. We chip away at times, and break the chains to run to our demise, and sometimes it feels right.
If I could pretend I’m decent, and not reprimand the recent, then maybe I’d qualify as more than half of a life. And if I could stop and think and not try too hard to blink, then maybe my vision wouldn’t be so blurry.
But we’re all just wrecking balls, pounding on an indestructible wall, trying to find where we belong. We chip away at times and break the chains to run to our demise, and sometimes it feels right.
It feels right. It feels right. Oh, it feels so right.
But we’re all just wrecking balls, pounding on an indestructible wall, trying to find where we belong. We chip away at times and break the chains to run to our demise, and sometimes it feels right.
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