It’s not worth fighting 

Life is spiraling

Falling out of place

New York State of mind 

Please replace this grimace on my face 

All we have are choices

All I have are mistakes 

I am old news 

Never there, so no need to be replaced

Give me a break 

Let me feel nothing 

My bags are packed, but my bills aren’t paid 

I can’t miss your eyes, 

I thought they were green, 

We’re out of time

I’m out of line 

You’re out of line 

I wonder if they still contrast with the red in mine

Lying’s a habit, love is the crime 

And I’ll never be happy

No one is enough

I am not enough 


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