This stereo on my fucking back bleeds from the sickness within, without warning my pushing fowards seems to change to me moving back, these miles in my head seem to count back, I seem to be moving back and I seem to be lacking what a human needs to go on, what could someone like you do to help? How could you watch me though falling down these steps, no aid to my bloody end, no letter in the mailbox coming to save my friends, they all seem to moving back.
Help me my friends!
Stressed Out
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