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You're just trying to read but I'm always standing in your light. You're just trying to sleep but I always wake you up to apologize. I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times. I know how it seems when I always sing to myself in public. I babble on like a mad man. I know how it seems when I'm always staring off into nothing. I'm lost in my head again. I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times. Is this what it feels like? I've got my heart strung up on clothing line through tenement windows in mid-July. I've got my heart strung up on clothing line through tenement windows. I, I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times. Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped? I'm awkward and nervous. I'm awkward and nervous. From Letras Mania