maybe I’m
phony, baby
just like you
maybe I’m lonely and you’re something to do
something to do
maybe I’m broken and I can’t be fixed
misunderstood, misguided, misfit
I’m it
oh, is there no way out
I am, I am, I am
hollowman
down again
it’s the end of the world
all that we had
everything good has now turned bad
turned bad
maybe it’s tragic
maybe it’s shit
bitter and twisted you make me feel sick
you make me feel sick
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