Songs I Write

Myself And My Syndrome

Myself And My Syndrome
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You with your perfectly orchestrated ornaments
Who lied and denied all kindness that I offered and gave
Blues save me along the way with the kind I never swayed
Should I just get back home and be on my way, and be on my way

I'm going anywhere but home
Anywhere to be alone
Anywhere but home
Myself and my broken heart syndrome
Played by a string and I
I'm going anywhere but home

So nonchalant in the party filled with the people I used to know
Oh, but that was before I hardly got to understand what it is to be alone
Holding on suddenly feels like a stupid manoeuvre to play along
So I'm going to die in the arms of a stranger in a place that feels so cold, and my chiffon blouse on the floor

I'm going anywhere but home
Anywhere to be alone
Anywhere but home
Myself and my broken heart syndrome
Played by a string and I
I'm going anywhere but home

I've grown tired of sleeping around
I've been hired to lose my everything, and now
And now all I want and all I need
All I can see

Is a broken heart and a girl who needs to breathe
Cupid's arrows stopped working so they used poison and liquor on me

I'm going anywhere but home
Anywhere to be alone and just roam
Anywhere but home, woah, woah
Myself and my broken heart syndrome
Played by a string and I
I'm going anywhere
Hey, it's just the beginning
Start going anywhere but home

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