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Paper box hotel
I understand why people kill themselves in hotels
I never thought I would but now I do
There's a timezones difference in this room
I feel so alone and cut off from the outside
And no one can get to me in here
The voices seem louder in this paper thin box
All telling me this life of mine isn't enough
That there's nothing in the future to look forward to
It's a cold sunny Sunday afternoon
And all I can think about is my life
All the anger, pain, and hatred
Growing wild over my heart in my chest
I'm grateful, thankful I don't have alcohol
I'd be drinking it all by now if I had
I'm in a paper box hotel thinking about
The entirety of my life and it all feels pointless
No matter what we do the hands of time still spin
Try as we might that sand will keep coming down
I finally understand why people kill themselves in a hotel
I never thought I would but now I do
There's a timezones difference in this room
I feel so alone and cut off from the outside
And no one can get to me in here
The voices seem louder in this paper thin box
All telling me this life of mine isn't enough
That there's nothing in the future to look forward to
It's a cold sunny Sunday afternoon
And all I can think about is my life
All the anger, pain, and hatred
Growing wild over my heart in my chest
I'm grateful, thankful I don't have alcohol
I'd be drinking it all by now if I had
I'm in a paper box hotel thinking about
The entirety of my life and it all feels pointless
No matter what we do the hands of time still spin
Try as we might that sand will keep coming down
I finally understand why people kill themselves in a hotel
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