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Lyrics by：Renny Conti

Composed by：Renny Conti

I fill a complain

In my mail post

Next to Mary at hotel

Piece of physical spender

I checked my email

Five days since I was last required

You asked if I've been killing time

And why I **** my hand

These days I'm talking like

To an empty house basement so I

Though why's this feels so wrong

Arrives through the grown

And standing on the time-on

We got nowhere

The neither called you

But I was outside of the board

With same reason waiting

I spent the whole night

Playing Portal Fortress

Know when you were flocks of ray

And knowing I was too

These days I'm talking rude

Just to hear the sound first from ears

Then why's this feels so wrong

My wife soon overcome

In sanctimony time was fast spent

Years to come

Then why's this feels so wrong

Waiting for my turn

Crying from my phone

If I spent years alone

Then why's this feels so wrong

Waiting for my turn

Crying from my phone