Text: Under Investigation. Otras Canciones. Alright, Guilt Trip.

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Where do I go? I don't know. I cannot feel the force of you.
You were sittin home. We were talking. Believe me, cuz it's true.
All the times I tried to see exactly what went wrong,
and oh my god can I see, I can't see exactly what went wrong.

I think of all the times I tried and I just can't seem to understand it.
I think of all the times I really tried. Well, maybe I tried too[hard]
And every night when I come home what do I see? You sittin there with me.
Everything was alright. Everything was gonna be alright.

I think of all the stupid shit that I said before I could always say again.
I think through it. I think through it, and I think through it again.
Am I alone here? I don't know cuz I can't even see
and I can't get anywhere. I am sick of all the same old shit.