5.47 P.M. Lyrics

I sat on a park-bench, lookin' the scenery
I chew the fat with myself, surfin' in my mind

Not an achiever but the time passes by
I still have the same flu, but not the same bike

I need to get back to live again, feeling the pressure gone
To feel my back being scratched by another one

Should I care about dirty words spat on my face
Every time my background occupies my space?

Yeah, I'm not gonna burn myself with hatred
Not even once, I need some time to fix me up
I will try to keep the guilt separated
From my temptation of blaming it all on me Weirdo
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Boredom overwhelms me
And the days seem like they're stuck

Brand new false start
Every morning

I'm tired of feeling lonely
On the outside there's a crowd

Yeah, I'm not gonna burn myself with hatred
Not even once, I need some time to fix me up
I will try to keep the guilt separated
From my temptation of blaming it all on me

5.47 pm
Is the time of the vent

Kinda blossom every time I can
And the harshness comes to melt

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