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I love to sleep 'cause I pretend that I'm dead |
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but I hate waking up 'cause it's hard to forget |
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that I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear. |
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And I wait for the bus |
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but I'm not on the bench |
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I'm just spread across the ground |
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making friends with cement |
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hoping that the bus won't miss me |
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when it comes my way. |
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Well I made a few jokes |
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but they said they weren't funny. |
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I tried to force a smile |
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but they said it was ugly. |
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I tried to make a friend. |
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No one was a friend to me. |
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Poured my heart to a girl |
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and it went on the floor |
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and I asked her what she wanted |
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and she said she wanted more. |
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I tried to find a lover |
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all I found was an enemy. |
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Well I stand in front of the mirror |
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and look at myself |
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and I don't make a sound |
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but my eyes scream out "help." |
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And I start to struggle |
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to hold myself back |
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from thrusting my head |
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straight through the fucking glass. |
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And I'm tired of falling |
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for girls that don't care |
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and breaking my back |
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to try to make them aware |
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that I'm more than depressed |
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and their time won't be wasted. |
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But I am just a broken boy |
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that no one wants to play with. |
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Now I'm lost in this hall |
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and I'm sure I am stuck |
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and I can't run away |
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'cause I'm lazy as fuck. |
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So I sit on the floor |
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as I gather my thoughts |
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and they're full of broken promises |
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that only piss me off. |
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Well I lost control |
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when I was only a boy. |
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The world taught me angst |
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when I deserved joy. |
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Now I'm breaking down |
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as I struggle to breathe |
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'cause I believe in a god |
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who won't believe in me. |
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I stand in front of the mirror |
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and look at myself |
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and I don't make a sound |
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but my eyes scream out "help." |
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And I start to struggle |
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to hold myself back |
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from thrusting my head |
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straight through the fucking glass. |
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And I'm tired of falling |
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for girls that don't care |
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and breaking my back |
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to try to make them aware |
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that I'm more than depressed |
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and their time won't be wasted. |
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But I am just a broken boy |
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that no one wants to play with. |
