They keep asking me, what do you do?
I keep answering, nothing really. How 'bout You?

I'm ashamed. I'm so afraid.
I'm walking down a path i didn't make.
looking for someone to save me
even though i'm not worth to save.

They look at me and think i don't do shit anymore.
I have to tune it out. Cause i'm waist deep in a war.

I saw him hang in there until he just hung.
Wishing to understand him.
And now i know the lyrics to his song.
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