What if you gave your best words to me and everyone else, and everyone else only knows about them, and not me, and you want it all and we have nothing.
I was wearing white the last time I saw you in person, and my hair still had that black in it that I really miss. I'm getting so lost in this, with a job I hate and I'm wasting all my time with my keyboard, and I always said I couldn't have a life without money, and now that I have money I don't have a life because I'm too busy making it. I think this is what wasted youth looks like, and if it isn't.. it looks just like this.
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