Am C G F
Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behing the smiles ain't okay
Am C G F
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old
Am C G F
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of execuses
My love for friends and family, you know I need them
Am C
And my feet are so cold
G F
And I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this
Am C G F
wall again But the blows they have just a little more
Am C
space in between them
G F
gonna take a breath and try......and try again
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