A Loss For Words - Mt. St. Joseph

Lyrics: How can you sit there in your room like a caged up refugee? Barely alive and all worn out with the fake plastic trees. Is it the only point that tends to make you feel like life has which means? The scars are tattooed down your arms. All we wait for is every little thing that utilised to matter. Now all that's left is our hope and battle scars. All we wait for is everything that utilised to matter. It really is also damn hard to watch you fall apart. What are you attempting to

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