I can't pretend to know what you're going through
and in all honesty I don't care
you had your chance to change your station
and you passed it up like a forgotten prayer
said it never really mattered if all you gave me were lies
and it still won't matter because you're not where my future lies
so drop your head to your pillow
let out a breath
you got through today
and you've got nothing left
what's the point in waking up
to a cold dark room
when your whole point of waking up
has left you for good
tell your stories about the one who was right
go home at night and close your eyes
out of sight, out of mind, out of your big brown eyes
give a trite (excuse), see your plight, and give up the fight
excuse me miss, I think you dropped this on the ground
it looks like a list of reasons why you're not home bound
it's funny, I think that my name's at the top of it
bright bold letters say it better, at least you know who was right all along
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