All She Wrote

Something's wrong with your mind
It won't think of me anymore
Was it all a waste of time
Tell me why was I such a chore
Broken glass lies empty
Cut my voice so I can't say
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I can't explain
What it's like not knowing
if I'll ever cross your mind
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Sleep through the day
Fight with the night
Seven a.m. and the tv is white
Covered in snow
I never knew that hell could get so cold
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Something's wrong with your mind
It won't think of me anymore
Was it all a waste of time