Open Road

Friday night drunk again. Coming home its 3AM its all I can do to keep from giving you a call. Now Iíve got you on the phone youíre all tossed not coming home. Angry, lose control, flying fist, broken bones.

I donít feel it when you say whatís on your mind. I donít care I donít like you anymore. Things you say are always taken back in time. I donít care I donít like you anymore.

I wake up youíre next to me I canít recall the happenings. The pain in my head and the pain in my hand. Once again pushed to far. My reaction leaves a scar. Your words cut through me just like every other time.

I donít feel it when you say whatís on your mind. I donít care I donít like you anymore. Things you say are always taken back in time. I donít care I donít like you anymore.

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