What Kind of Living - Sister Hazel
It's not working anymore
Stuck in things I've always done before
I am broken, I am sore
I don't wanna live in here anymore
Whoa, something has got to go
I've gone and made myself sick
Smoking cigarettes
Being such a dictator
And sooner or later I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, something's got to go
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa yeah
What kind of living is that?
It's not easy being here
Running circles like I've done for years
I am angry, I am scared
How much more 'till I disappear?
Whoa, something has got to go
I've gone and made myself ill
Wasting time
Stuck in years of frustration
I've never been patient at all
I can't run until I learn to crawl
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa yeah
What kind of living is that?
No no no no no, something has got to go
Well I've gone and made myself sick
Smoking cigarettes,
Being such a dictator
And sooner or later
I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
Whoa no no no no no no no,
What kind of living is that?
Whoa no no no no no no
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
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