I don’t like the man I’ve come to be
Your misery could do without my company
No doubt you’d be better off forgetting me
‘Cause nothing ever hurts you in your memories
I’ve seen too much, these eyes are nothing of innocence
My mind’s made up
Before the smoke clears I will stray away
Like a vagabond I will roam
I’m beat and broken
I can’t do anything
I hardly hold a tune when I sing
So let me go now
‘Cause I’m no good at all
I’m so damn cold and my heart’s so small
All those things you said to make me stay
It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m leaving anyway
I was born to sin and born to stray
I was born to leave behind the better days
compositores: The Kindred
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