You've used up all your sorrys. You've said "I won't" one too many times. I know that this won't help things, but I gotta get it off my mind.
You're looking for your answers in all of the wrong places. Can't you see the worry that we all wear on our faces?
But go ahead and pour a glass of your temporary happiness. Whatever makes you feel better baby. Whatever makes you feel fine. I know you think this will drown your sorrows but please remember that they'll be there tomorrow. Whatever makes you feel better baby, whatever makes you feel fine.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
You've used up all your sorrys. You've said "I won't" one too many times. I know that this won't help things, but I gotta get it off my mind.
You're looking for your answers in all of the wrong places. Can't you see the worry that we all wear on our faces?
But go ahead and pour a glass of your temporary happiness. Whatever makes you feel better baby. Whatever makes you feel fine. I know you think this will drown your sorrows but please remember that they'll be there tomorrow. Whatever makes you feel better baby, whatever makes you feel fine.
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