"Crutches" as written by Mark M Weinberg and Unknown Writers....
Part scraping knee, part broken teeth
Half boredom, half bad night's sleep
I'm collapsing and I don't care
It's not like I'm without nothing to do
It's not like I'm without my bad days
And now she's coasting over me
She's over me
I told you so, the vim is gone
I wonder what went wrong
And now I know I'm in between
I've come to grips with what that means
I stop, did I miss my turn
What didn't I learn was I not around when roll was called
I stop, did I miss my turn
Another round when boredom becomes fear
Just give me something I can use
But with the knowledge it might be abused
I just sit in my room
I just stare at these walls
And now recall it doesn't help me at all
I wish I was in eighth grade
I could shoulder tap to buy a pack of Parliaments
I know I was underage at least I'd try
And now she's gone away, that's done now
And all my days end the same
And how I sit in my room and
Think about what could have been
I just sit in my room
I just stare at these walls
And now recall it doesn't help me at all


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"Crutches" as written by Unknown Writers Mark Weinberg

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