LYRIC

It's 3 a.m. and I'm sick to death
I just can't the rid the vultures from my head

You know, I never found a soft way out
And the excuse you had, I still doubt

The only escape that I can see
Is some impossible apology
So sick of guilt and I'm sick of crying

You know, today may be the day
That I stop trying

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