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by Casey Jan 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Most days this town Isn't big enough for my heart I need to get out But I don't know where to start Like a canvas My skin is stretched thin Smiles painted on daily As each day waits to begin No one listens anymore I'm in a home-town hell I need someone new to listen to the stories i have to tell