Long Sleeve
I used to complain and fight
I still try to live correctly
It's not late to live truth yet
It's just that some things make no sense
I must do what I must do
I wish I could leave
Get out of this city
But eyes, expressions and movements of my fellows pick me up
I've found out that physical pain is nothing
I'm always think better
With my arms around my head
Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better
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