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Texty: Puddle Of Mudd. Come Clean. Said.

Emotionless I slip in to the black
And there's no turning back now
Everyone around me smoking crack
This tunnel is blinding
Hallucinating I'm debating life
But it's still moving forward
If I could just change the hands of time

Well I'd do it better
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away

Fearless, I have fell in to a trap
And there's no way around it
Everyone is crying in the back
My kin is around me
Hesitating there's no second chance
When you know your a loser
Keep on trying, keep an open mind

I'm caught in a circle
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away

Emotionless, I slip in to the crack
Fill as if I've fell in to the blue
Hallucinating there's no turning back
Everyone around me smoking crack

Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away

If you even heard a thing, I've said