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Blank pages keep me awake, |
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But these nights are too long to shake off |
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My nerve to easy to break, |
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A brave face is too hard to fake |
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Stressed out and I'm losing the will, |
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I'm too hot but I'm feeling the chill of defeat |
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This happens every time, |
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Push the boundaries 'til I tow the line |
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I'll find my feet, |
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Save my skin and hopefully |
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Crush the doubt in my head |
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To work this out in the end |
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I've been crossing out the lines |
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And I've been wasting all my time |
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Questioning myself again |
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With ink that's trapped inside this pen |
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Ignore and push to the side, |
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Plays on in the back of my mind |
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The right words are too hard to find, |
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Keep cool and wait for a sign |
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No good, just good for nothing |
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This path must lead to something |
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Worth the doubt, the stress, the effort |
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I always knew I could never cut the pressure |
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Thinking back to the days when nobody knew my name |
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It was so easy to escape |
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My careless mind was a safer place |
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Always asking why can't bring myself to even try |
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Holding out till the end |
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Fake a smile and pretend |
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Oh, but there's still time to get these wounds to open wide |
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Spill my guts on this page, |
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Breaking out of this cage |