Stuck in the mud
Aren't you sick and tired
of running so heavily into the night
If God made me fill your shoes
I would at least put up a fight
You don't need to live they way you do
You can make it all change
all you need is a thing called willpower
to stop you going insane
Forget the marching men
they mean us all no harm
we stay inside out love hut
and we shall all stay calm
I need some forward thinking
it is like my air
I need some constant drinking
I know you don't care
Instantly forgettable
Shouldn't feel relief it's terrible
I'm stuck in the mud
run under my arms
and to the next one....
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