Every glass I pull from the cupboard
has a crack
Every shoe that I put on
has a hole
I don't like a single song
I hear on the radio
But what do I know?
Every day the sun rises
it lights on things I hate
Every place I have to go
makes me more irate
I don't like a single moment
that i spend by myself
It's a different flavor of alone
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