Mine
They say I won't be a success
makes me depressed
its all about the trust
talking about me
just let them be
how can I
they are all lies
now I'm saying my goodbyes
those words are in the past
trying to get away quick and fast
hoping these feelings don't last
but who are you to criticize the way I live
trying to make it to forty five
i wanna feel alive
just don't let me drive
walking in the halls
giving high fives
it ain't real
all they do is try to steal
the life out of you
feeling the brain drain
while walking home in the rain
just needing a gain
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