| Current mood: | stressed |
| Current music: | Trapt |
These Walls -- Trapt
. . . . Something missing, left behind Search in circles, everytime I try I've been here before I've seen you before
I can't escape walking down these halls Hard to find a place where there are no walls And no lines begging me to cross Only straight ahead better move along
Like clockwork, I commit the crime I pretend to be everything they like I've been here before I've seen you before
I can't escape walking down these halls Hard to find a place where there are no walls And no lines begging me to cross Only straight ahead better move along
And I trade everything for this Why do I read the writing on the wall
I don't wanna lose my place in line I've been here too long, and I've spent too much time I don't wanna lose my place in line I've been here too long, and I've spent too much time
Something missing, left behind Search in circles everytime I try I've been here before I've seen you before
I can't escape walking down these halls Hard to find a place where there are no walls And no lines begging me to cross Only straight ahead better move along
And I trade everything for this Why do I read the writing on the wall
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