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I'm not too fun to be around these daysso I think that I'll just stay at homealone with my anger and my hateand this bitter taste in my mouth fromall of the nights I spent in this houseby myself on this couch wishing therewas some way I could wake up as someone else.Because nothing I try ever turns out right.And my friends wonder where the hell I've beenand why I can't have a good time.I'm fucking lonely. I'm thirsty for those dayswhen everyone and everything I love and trusthad yet to fade away.But now they're fucking gone and I'm happy she found someonebut this love feels like a noose around my neck and these failedattempts feel like glass in my chest.Because I'm wasting time learning how to flywhen, in reality, I can barely walk a straight line.Because nothing I try ever turns out right.And my friends wonder where the hell I've been and whyI seem to have given up on life.I hope you know that I measure our greatest nights with the bags under my eyes.Letras de cancionesBut these days I sleep too much and I'm getting better at losing touch.And somewhere there is a piece of paper that my parents paid to frame.It's a reminder that I should have tried harder.There's no one else to blame.This Summer, I'm staying home.Don't call, because I won't pick up the phone.And one day, I'll just pack and goand no one will really have to know. From Letras Mania