Well, I heard that you got me a birthday card
But my mailbox still stays empty to go with the empty seat of my car
And I heard that you've got things to say to me
I was always good at listening, yet I haven't heard you speak to me
And I haven't heard you cry in a while, and I don't know if I want to
It wasn't me
It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything
I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness
And I know something's going to break this time
Could be the sun in my chest or the cloud inside my skull
Or maybe, maybe the diamonds in my eyes that I just can't seem to find
It wasn't me
It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything
I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness
If I could find the road I've paved, there's still a chance that I can be saved
There's still a chance that I can be saved, be saved
Still a chance that I can be saved, be saved
Too much, too much
We almost built a home, and now it's somewhere i won't go
Too much, too late
You used to be my home, and now you're someone I don't know
Too much, too late
Too late
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