Self Helpless

Her Space Holiday

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    In the time it took to pack and leave he could
    Have come to terms with his disease, but he filled his house
    with gasoline
    And held the match for everyone to see, he cried out to the
    gathered crowd
    Look at what you've done, I hope you're proud, you have made a
    fool of me
    When all I've ever tried to do is please all of you, and never
    me

    Time, it moves so slow, we're growing old
    But are we really growing up?
    Things we can't let go wrap around our throats
    Until there's nothing left to do but choke

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    He thought he found the perfect place, a little town to bury his
    mistakes
    But when he finally settled in, the songs about his life began
    to spin
    As he heard the broken verse, the truth about himself came out
    and burned
    His panicked heart's a starting gun, he hears the beat and feels
    the need to run
    To anywhere, to anyone

    Time, it moves so slow when you're future's unknown
    When what you want is what you had
    Friends, they come and go, but you're always alone
    After all, that is what you're owed

    My friend, don't you know you're making it harder now
    Than it needs to be, just settle down
    As you lie in your bed and try and relax
    With your favorite dream it will work out
    And your family is there, we all got your back
    And they all look so pleased, just try and relax

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    Composition: Marc Bianchi

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