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visiting hours are over
crippled by the call of a one leaf clover
never better than a buddy and i shouldn't be here;
try to do good but i just interfere
not knowing my own or my only chance
to make like a tree & leave like the plants
if at first glance i'm behaving odd,
don't stop to chat , just wave & nod becuz.,.
i'm better off alone
i know it's bad for my health.,will i ever forgive myself?
don't mean to yell at you.,.who am i talkin' to?
there's nobody left to act familiar for
got the best seat in the house & i'm locking the door
look toward the highway as if it were my friend
and think of all the people i will never hurt again
but even gravity is bringing me down.,
holding me back, with my feet to the ground
and i hate goodbyes more than the girls and guys
i say them to and it's no suprise.,.i'm better off alone!
.,.on my own
