Can't believe my eyes, I'm a slave to the sound of your voice.
Gotta do what's right and live my life like it's actually mine.
I'm sick of the sight of failure wiped across my face,
But at least I've tried, so I'm not stuck in the same place.
Gulity, I'm guilty as charged.
I'm nearing the end of my teather and I'm gonna snap.
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