i forget what month it is
they all seem the same,
over and over it happens to me
i've got it i've got it i've got it
i've got a pocket full of - sin
i don't know what time it is
the dark pulls my days
turning and turning the nightmare on me
i've got it i've got it i've got it
i've got a pocket full of -
i'm one of the unloved
i can see whose breath it is
the chill frames my face
stopping and staring a picture of one
i've got it i've got it i've got it
i've got a pocket full of -
i'm one of the unloved
i want to be unloved
Written By: Aleixa
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