Excuses and another I suppose
I'll wait until it shuts off
How am I not myself?
This would be much faster
How and I not myself?
This could spell disaster
The excuses I breath
Are not only leaving
They repeat
Oh one on one
How I miss you
In a crowded room
The same way they parley
How and I not myself?
This would be much faster
How am I not myself?
This could spell...
The excuses I breath are not only leaving
They repeat
I need to get out!
Profane etching on our bare walls
With profanity sketched on blank walls
Which only wait for an I'll fated end
I am swallowing every single word
I'll escape by standing right where I am

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