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Hey, I know how you get

When you put your earbuds in

You retreat ever so

And your eyes turn red

Born in November

Your Scorpio sun

I call your name

But you don't respond

Hey, I don't know about you

But I hate that feeling that goes undiagnosed

But is it so wrong to give the slightest damn?

And it's all delusion, but your still my man.

Hey!

What's the deal?

What's wrong?

If you don't like the song

I'll change it for you

Just a minute

I know it's hard to see it through

With no lighting in your room

Your glasses are broken

Your wallet's been lost

Your pills on the floor

All scattered & crushed

But hey!

I made a deal with god

So you can cover up your scars

And I'll be right here

Watching over you

And it's not a problem

Not at all