Sense of Self
Randal Grave
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It`s always my fault The way i feel down
That little devil lives Inside my head
It`s hard to explain Completely deranged
And i`m the only one Who seems to care
I hate when i have To ask you "sorry,
"That was not what What i wanted to say"
No more words to say No more games to play
I know that i`ts So hard to get why
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Sometimes i feel down Sometimes i feel wasted
Sometimes i get much more Than i can take
Sometimes i feel down Sometimes i feel wasted
At least i still have All my sense of self
