Lletres: No Motiv. Scarred. Problems.

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I'd like to say that I am well off with my life
but I know that there's always something that's just never right
My life is a pain in the ass I'm strung out and I'm down
just sick of all this shit I've got to leave this fucking
town I've got problems and I've got plenty of them
All this thinking about them brings me down...
I've got problems I've got to leave right now I've got problems
of my own and I don't really care if I leave you here alone...
I've got problems and I've got plenty of them
all this thinking about them brings me down...
I've got problems I've got problems
and if you would care to listen
you are becoming another one of my problems