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Why do I still try?
Why do I even care?
Why do I do anything at all?
A thought of you crosses in my head,
was it something I saw or someone said?
A thought of you goes through my brain,
was it something I saw or someome said?
I'm on a stop sign, on on a stop sign.
What's in my head gets tangled by my tongue.
Why do you stay?
Following the cuts of a certain shape
when all that's left is left to break.
When all that's left is left to...break!
Someone said, I don't wanna break.
I'm on a stop sign, on on a stop sign.
