Couldn't see that you were there
When I was lost inside my mind
Trust is something of fiction
Or maybe I'm just full of shit
I wish I had seen it sooner
Because it haunts me often
To be caught of guard by ghosts
And haunted there on out
Too many faces to name
And all the moments that came
All the time down the drain
It always happens all the same
Spent some time up the coast
Wandered around some doors
Mind fogged with an awful feeling
I couldn't feel anything
Dazed all the time
Brains always fried
Drink more whiskey
Hope you forget me
What an awful feeling
to be sent adrift
So many eyes I've gazed
I feel so ashamed
Too many faces to name
And all the moments that came
All that time down the drain
It always happens all the same
What a waste
To be bent
In such awful ways
What a waste
To be bent
In this way
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