Listening to: Matchbox 20
Feeling: grounded
Well I learned to love myself
And I don't need no one else
And when a love moves on
'Cause it gets cold
Well then another moves in
And it can fill the hole
I'm one more hopeful lying
On the bedroom floor
No sense trying
When the whole thing drops
You lose your nerve
I hope you get what you deserve
I feel like spitting venom
:O)
Until tomorrow then,
Your Neighborhood Superman
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