Packing up old picture frames as I tear these things down.
I'll make sure to map out the ways from this
old fucking town and I can't recognize myself.
I don't see myself in any of the things I have.
And I build this home with my bare hands.
I've been working and sweating, the tears, blood, and all that I am.
My whole life and these years that I can't get back.
No I can't get back...
and they're gone now.
I said I just need some space to get my head straight.
I just need some space to get my head on straight.
They start talking among themselves, spreading rumors about my health.
Everybody's wondering "
Where are you going?" "
Why are you leaving?" "
How could you do this?" I don't know...
no I don't know.
Maybe I'm lying...
Okay, I'm lying
See I just need some space to get my head straight.
I just need some space to get my head on straight.
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