(Dimly man I'm not calling you)

Another disappointed soul
Well I try
I try to keep it in control
Well I
I will end up on the dole
It's my life
And now fall into it I go

Well Blue, you've got me on the go
So don't worry
You'll never know
Your eyes
Are never cold
To me
Well at least that's what I was told

Girl
You made
My dreams come true
It's all a clue
It's all for you

Myself is still eighteen
In cue
And it's all
That I want to do

I know when I look into the sky
There is no meaning
And I'm the only one believing
That there's nothing to believe in

I'm dreaming
My aspirations got a ceiling
And now I'm constantly cleaning
The skies you're dealing

Well my guts are on the floor
For you to adore me
And all I can be

See
What I say
On the horizon
The skies are grey
The skies are grey

Has this hit
Aah has this hit

Well I'm tired every night
Some things never seem quite right
I'm never fully content
I wish it were and went

Well, for one
If you're kind
Then people are cunts
They pull stunts
To stunt your progress

I know it's slow to digest
The way you're inside stress
You're not blessed
You're definitely not blessed
I don't deserve history repeating itself
Always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf
Again and again
Again and again

You're not my pen
You're my paper
You're not my heart
You're its breaker
You're its breaker
You're its breaker
You're its breaker
You're its breaker

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Writer(s): ARCHIE IVAN MARSHALL