Me and my broken head....
We always have the same conversations
We always end up with similar conflicts
We always carry the same burden
We always have the same questions
And like always, there's no rest!
And like always, there's no perfect answer!
And like always, there's no end!
Yours
# old set of mails
And it always triggers the switch button
And it always drags me down to hell
We always have the same conversations
We always end up with similar conflicts
We always carry the same burden
We always have the same questions
And like always, there's no rest!
And like always, there's no perfect answer!
And like always, there's no end!
Yours
# old set of mails
And it always triggers the switch button
And it always drags me down to hell
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