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Pack up your life and I'm left writhing
Empty rooms are all too haunting
Nonesense agravation from sitting on my hands
Avoid the truth
Put up with strife and you get happy
Day by day and you say sorry
Intence circumstances is simply borrowed time
See who's laughing
Drag it out and now I'm sorry
After all it's all too wanting
Going in circles and I corner sordid past
Avoid the truth, see who's laughing
I'm not laughing (ha, ha, ha)
Why do I do all the counting?