I have disabled myself,
Thinking about you.
Forty three self induced bruises
to the head, to the head
Forty five, forty six
I got that vibe,
That feeling from you.
I start my appointment
At eight thirty two,
Thirty three, thirty four.
Forty eight, forty nine.
It is not the cure
That will help this,
But only you.
Thirty five, thirty six.
Fifty two, fifty three.
So I try to get you
Out of my head...
Fifty two, fifty three.
So that I can be free.
I have disabled myself
Thinking about you,
But now that I am free,
I don't know what to do.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
I have disabled myself,
Thinking about you.
Forty three self induced bruises
to the head, to the head
Forty five, forty six
I got that vibe,
That feeling from you.
I start my appointment
At eight thirty two,
Thirty three, thirty four.
Forty eight, forty nine.
It is not the cure
That will help this,
But only you.
Thirty five, thirty six.
Fifty two, fifty three.
So I try to get you
Out of my head...
Fifty two, fifty three.
So that I can be free.
I have disabled myself
Thinking about you,
But now that I am free,
I don't know what to do.
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