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You shot me down at 11 again

You killed my heart

You killed me, my friend

Letters written on the back of detention slips

I want to leave this place but cannot get out of it



7 AM and my clock goes off

Here's a brand new start to another sudden stop

The minutes go by, the seconds are slow

I'd leave this world but I do not know where to go



3 PM and I am going to be late

Late for my appointment with my second date

I quickly put on my work clothes- trying not to rush

Then the beep of an alarm and I know this is too much



9 PM and its off to my favorite place

I can talk to friends, but never see their face

How do I know who is real and who even cares

How is it that I can get to you when you are still over there?



It kills me how the days go by

No time to laugh, no time to cry

You put on a fake smile, as if anybody cares

You still have places to go but you can't remember where



12 AM and it is off to bed

Stress and pure frustration pulse through my head

I'd kill to get drunk and forget it all

But tell me what's the point when I can't even remember to get drunk at all?



I hate this life, always gettin hectic

Time moves way too fast, no one makes it last

And I know you feel it to, but you won't admit it like I do

We all need some money and the only way is to sue



I have it all, a whole lot of nothing

I wanted it all, but it has turned into a little something

Something a little too small to hold, it slips right through the cracks

Forget it, now it is over, and the day has turned out cold