No Inspiration from Self-Medication by Soloman Crowe

I walk around eyes looking down
you ask me why baby why do you cry, is there a reason?
i say ive got a lonely heart.
i walk around, head in the clouds
you ask me why baby why dont you try?
i dont have a reason.
i wouldnt know where to start.

when did the fire burn out, when did i lose my way?
it seems the trail went cold, i guess things happen that way

if i dont make it out alive
could i say that today is one hell of a day to die
and if i dont find a way to survive
would i have any regrets, would i care enough to try
and leave something behind to be remembered by.

oh lately theyre teliin me im not the same person i used to be
i lost my ambition. i think id have to agree.
cuz i find it hard to be a part of anything i just cannot seem to care
no inspiration. its up and run away from me

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