i don’t wanna be here anymore.
And to think, I was the one in the wrong
A soccer ball kicks me in the face but I get back up again
to lie in the grass
A type writer in the thrift
looks out at me
the room spins and I fall back down again
A diamond in the rough don’t mean nothing
Unless it’s staring back at her through glass
then it means everything because she wants it when no one is around
the room spins and I fall back down again.
