I’m just here wondering why I feel this way
Then I talk to you and I know
Its not the same
Everything seems so lame
If I just took a flight
Maybe things would feel alright
I’m not here to complain again
But if its not you, then who is there to call?
Who will be there when I fall?
My conscious keeps playing with my heart
Its like two different angels on my shoulder
One is sweet and the other a rebel
This devilish red skin trying to control me
While this sweet one is crying and begging
I just here them mumble and can’t understand what their saying!!
Just let me go because in the end I know whats best for me
I imagine the life that I want to see
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