Kind of hard feeling, like when someone complains on clothes, or something else that is stuck in the throat Hard and lonely, I never understood Come home again
Come home, I never understood The aching in my throat is still as hard as before
I did not know or understand I`m older now but just as young I`m the same person
Selfish, The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect Like a spider in your bed That you have layed into pieces, but still not
It doesn`t die, no it`s still there
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