Roadside
Tell me what I'm s'posed to do,
With all these left over feelings of you,
'Cause I don't know,
And tell me how I'm s'posed to feel,
When all these nightmares become real,
'Cause I don't know,
And I don't think, you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don't know, how we separate the lies here from the truth,
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