I'm getting bored of the things that you do
Never paying attention when I'm talking to you
So I guess I leave things for another day
Another day when your lonely
And those four walls are the only friends that you've got, now that the bottle has taken the lot you still carry the chip on your shoulder
Why can't you that I'm growing older
Yet conversations still end the same
With other people always taking the blame
All my emotion drowns in the ocean
Where I'm crying inside of the sea
For there's so much to live for but your too blind drunk to see.
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