Needoja

It's all the same, only the names will change Everyday it seems we're wasting away Another place where the faces are so cold I'd drive all night just to get back home I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days And the people I meet always go their separate ways Sometimes you tell the day By the bottle that you drink And times when you're alone all you do is think I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall I've seen a million faces an I've roc

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Those feelings crawl up my spine for a while now. I still get the feeling that I have to break free or to up and leave. I need a change of scene in some parts of my life. Despite the fact that I still feel a little bit lost and lonely I'm unhappy with my study for I am not able to make it, I think. I tried but the last 5 month have been hard for me and I am honestly thinking about going back to a normal secretary job like I had it a few years ago or maybe I'll search for a whole new apprenticeship. We'll see...