Manufactured Crisis Control

I’m so confused About what I’m supposed to do About my problems Yeah, They are so new That I don’t know what to do And that’s my problem Yeah, I got a new one Because the old me And the new me Are in a fist fight I’m still confused Cuz everyone move I make to use To solve my problems Yeah, Just turns into what I pray is not for you A brand new problem You don’t want a new one Because the old me And the new me Are in a fist fight Everybody’s got some complicated stuff They’re working through So if you are patient with me I will be patient back with you Every time I see a photograph of you and me I know my problem Yeah, My memory only places lonely me Before some problem But I don’t want to live there Yeah, Because the old me And the new me Are in a fist fight Stuck in the future (Present, present, present, etc.)

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