Talk to me through your teeth,
Tell me, the stories of the life you wish you lived.
You say you’re disappointed, oh we all are honey.
Don’t take it so personally.
The sickness in the bottom of your stomach,
Won’t go away while you sleep.
You call the doctor, but he doesn’t have an answer,
So he doesn’t answer your calls.
Is this something worth fighting unfairly for?
Is this something worth fighting unfairly for?
Now. Is the time.
To sing for your life,
Try to make this alright,
Now is the time.
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