Wasting my day away
Never thought I'd feel this way
Beating myself over truth
And this is all on you
Hiding deep to the cracks in your pavement
I wish I, I wish I could repeat every little statement.
I'm not going to compete for your attention
It's what you want, but I don't have that gear in my system
This is a curtain call on the act displayed on my hearts stage
You say I'm not, I think I'm a blank page.
Headed to bed with thoughts of how to catch your breathe
Between the blinds, sun crept in
Sleep will come to you, bated blood will flow through your body
You say you're not, you're alone in your bed.
I'm not going to compete for your attention
It's what you want, but I don't have that gear in my system
This is a curtain call on the act displayed on my hearts stage
You say I'm not, I think I'm a blank page.
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