One or two renewed my faith
It's too predictable, my fate
Fill this hole with bad decisions
Tired of judgement and new beginnings
Why try so hard to be let down
I know this clock keeps spinning round
I'll come unwound before she's found
I'm at the pound giving you the stare
You smirk past me don't seem to care
I hope to god she's still out there...
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