.[Verse 1]
What a waste, what a waste of energy
To edit memories and sell them to the needy
Hit the breaks, hit the breaks on planting seeds
To edges of our seats, I guess I should be leaving
[Pre-Chorus]
This stress eats at my soul
I can't tell if Iâm breat.
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