Texty: Burns Out Bright. Simply Put.

Awake again. Sleep never seems to come although my mind remains idle, how many times have I been through this? So I, so I walk down the street and watch my breath rise up. Can't help but regret, what could have been? What could have been? Did I? Well, I threw it all away. Well, I threw it all away. So I wonder where do we stand now? What do you know, I only hear from you when you seem to be down. When the world seems to kick you around, you write or show up here and ask me "Why?" But I say, I say to you, "You know you." You threw it all away. You threw it all away. And the letters you write, they read like lies. And the letters I write, well I write lies. And the letters you write, they read like lies. And the letters I write, well I write lies. And I guess I can't complain. everything is alright. Guess it's time to say goodbye (goodbye). Guess I can't complain. Everything, it's okay and, and if you want to know, I can sum it up best by: Lately I have felt like a rag doll. Lately I have felt like a rag doll. Lately I have felt like a rag doll.