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What day is it? Am I still young? My empty head where good fell out And strength ain't muscle, make your bomb Excuse; your roots, this place your mom? And twisted as I feel dissolved We drive alone pissed up on doubt I'm not mad I'm not mad I screwed up I screwed it, I screwed it I screwed up Now you pick up where I left off, Cause I won't take it far enough And I have always let you down Trapped in your world that I held up Bellow out repressed ship & sail Throwout your regret, days i killed I'm not mad I'm not mad I screwed up I screwed it up I screwed it, I screwed it I screwed up From Letras Mania