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It's not my fault, don't arrest me,

i fell apart, just another victim to destiny,

each morning i was anxious to wake and text,

now i'm only anxious to bake, no text,

cause i could not let myself out,

i couldn't help myself, i don't shout,

i wasn't living up to anything, forgiving

me for giving up on living,

seems impossible, i know i must wait,

buy a ticket out of here before it's too late,

move on from this station, keep going

until i reach my destination, all knowing,

each stop will teach me more and more,

much more then i have ever learned before,

from chores to bores, whores who snore,

i've made all sorts of mistakes, sure will be more.