I walk alone through the park
And hate my steps
I am cold and wet in the soul
From the rain that pours down
It is cold under the ice
But I'm under it
I suffer from loneliness
Who doesn't?
Where are all the answers
All the damn answers
To all the questions I have
I've been thinking about starting
Stop canceling
But depending on how dret
Can the mood turn sultry
Where are all the I
Are there any left
Where are all the I who can make demands< br/>Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday every day
I get up and shut up
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday every day< br/>I get up and fuck the rest
You fixed the party
I go home and go to bed again
I'd rather be without anxiety
With feeling intact
I can hate for a long time
It doesn't matter
I feel no regret
I face what I did
Very big in the words
It feels really good
Where are all the answers
All the damn answers
On any questions I have
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