I've worn out my welcome and I know you're tired of fixing me
I'm tired of begging, believe me
I have no idea how to feel anymore
My mind is more tangled than my tongue
My eyes blinded by the sun
What I want, even father away
And yet still I stay
Staring off in the distance
Since when did I become
A star-gazer...
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