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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I suck, I suck Yeah you do! Tomorrow seems to seep into the edge of nothing (a blueish tinted, faded vision, hey!) Aimless eyes are searching for a better something (but it’s okay, it’s indecision) Pockets full of lilacs that I picked, so pointless (the violet scented, clouded vision) Creeping up, the feelings that it’s all for nothing (it’s okay, it’s indecision) Honestly it's Hard to know what you’re thinking Got to give up It's no fun when you're leaving It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, but repetitive Uncertainty, we chase ghosts, indifferent Honestly, it’s Hard to know what you’re thinking Got to give up It's no fun when you're leaving From Letras Mania