
Self respect, goes unexpressed I don't dream because I cannot sleep and I think the world of myself but the world doesn't think much of me. As long as the day is full of time, there will always be room for your hand in mine. You fall apart again and you can't find a friend, don't turn to someone else because they won't understand. I don't want to hear you say that you miss yesterday if you don't like what you see that means nothing to me. No one's home I'm alone with my music and my tv and I still say that yesterday is best when left to sleep.
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