Sit back, enjoy the year, you didn’t make yourself clear. You wish me well but you were orally occupied.
Sticking it out, but I am sticking it out, and you were afraid of sticking it out.
This is the first time that everything makes sense, and you were afraid.
Things never change; you’ll stay in the same place, as long as you’re not alone.
Now you’re back again, with that common thought in your brain.
We’ll build it up, just to tear it all down.
Can’t you see the ashes from all the bridges that you leave behind?
Can’t you see the ugliness? Things never change stuck in the same place, you’ll beg before you’re alone.
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