let it bleed until it dries
Circumstance leads to frivolous chance
seams busted by unacknowledged excess
dresses being soiled, with little importance to the how or the why
five days a week
Nine to five
I ain't got no time, I ain`t got no time...
Push it back, way back
better yet, slip it under the rug
no one will ask and I will never tell
keeps those secrets buried well
Now, now, those scars don't lie
Rude excuse to cover the truth
I ain't got not time to cry
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