I believe I can see the future
'Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
Then again, that might have been a dream


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I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end


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I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well, I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind

I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could've been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do