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Someone must've crept into my skull

and set the standard to null,

because it's like the words were never there

to begin with.

With the words all gone perhaps you were the one

and I've cut my nose off to spite my face if...

If I've fucked it all up

then I'll accept what I'm due,

It makes a welcome change me fucking up

instead of you.

I'm growing tired of how life has become,

Lethargic excuses to stay home,

Such energy I had and such passion we were,

It's all gone so stale but I think you're the cure.

Have you ever known me with nothing to say?

All cried out without so much as a grudge to hold?

It's like all of my fire has withered away

and you know I'm afraid of the cold,

and you know I'm too old to change.