People will always talk about you! Might as well give them something to talk about
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| 6/2008
Save my life
She's back on drugs again
Even though she knows it ain't right
She can't even call up her friends
And say "help me save my life"
She's so ashamed of herself that she's come full circle
Nobody understands what it's like to
Be this girl
So she disappeared, and she
Wasn't clear, and she
Didn't say where she was going
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you hear me
Save my life, won't you help me
She had the man of her dreams
And some success
And she was so happy, and looking well
It was this one dark night, that she
Slipped
And then the next morning that she
Felt like a piece of shit
So she's hanging out, and she's
With the crowd, and she's
Travelin' where the wind is blowing
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you hear me
Save my life, won't you help me
And he's a real good guy and he
Wants to save her 'cause he's
More than been there all before
And she's so confused and his heart is breaking and he
Dreams she's knocking on his door
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you help me
Save my life, won't you hear me
Save my life, won't you help me
כאני שומעת שירים כאלה אני חושבת לעצמי איזו מטומטמת אני. יש אנשים בעולם עם בעיות יותר רציניות משלי. החיים שלי כרגע בסדר. אולי פעם הם לא היו משהו אבל עכשיו אין לי כמעט מה להתלונן. למה אני ממשיכה ככה? למה אני ממשיכה לבכות ולהתרחק מאנשים?
כנראה שלעולם אני לא אדע....
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