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Why is it that everything
That's ever meant
Anything to me
Is suddenly exiting?

I'm going down fast,
But I'm moving slow.
And I'm not in the tub so I got no use for the radio.
It just goes...
To show.

I'm leaving at last.
I'm peacing the fuck out.
And everyone I know has always told me what life's all about.
But I know...
They don't know.

And I know this,
'Cause it just seems like
That every story's different so they might as well just all be lies.
But I still...
Don't know.

And when I read this
Back to myself
I won't find a word that I can relate to that'll help.
Still "oh, no"
But I'll go.

I'll still go on.