wanna give up on you
wanna give up on me?
going back to the old ways
got some new ways of my own
without the crutch
i don't say much
even round your smile
i don't say much
lots to say
but i ain't got a way
wanna show me to the road
wanna hold my hand and
i can't find my own way
hate for you to slip like sand
hate it through my fingertips
tips once red
now cardboard bland
i've nothing to say
contradictions comin' this way
the way i am today
with it, seems okay
the way i am today
got nothin' to say
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