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Papa Roach Other

Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte

My box is full And my mouth is full And my life is full And now my memory's full In how many ways and words Can you say nothing Millions of ways

The words are so familiar All the same greats, the same mistakes It doesn't have to be like this If you don't make a friend now One might make you So

: My box is full And my mouth is full And my life is full And now my memory's full In how many ways and words Can you say nothing Millions of ways

: White light hovered over the patients room As he stares blank into space He knows he should be dying soon White light take away the pain White light