Here comes summer again, that same repeated feeling, of broke hard attempts, and everything starts to break.
Working twelve hour shifts, for a bill you'll never see.
As your dreams start to fade, your heart still seems to beat.
Black crushed lungs pull in air, and push out every word, you think you could feel, over and once again
panic starts to set in, you start to realize, that you ended up, where you swore you'd never be.
So let it out.
Don't keep it in.
Been running to long and no one wants to go out that way.

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