..and now I vacuum the turf at Skydome.
stranger then your sympathy- this is my apology.
I take myself from the inside out, and all my fears have pushed you out.
I wished for things that I don't need
what I chase wont set me free
I get scared but I'm not crawling on my knees
I've glazed over.
Wake me up when January ends.
It's all I've got.
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