| I think it’s time that I stop pulling back
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| I think it’s time that I stop redefining myself by something that I lack
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| I’ve been working with only one glass lung
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| And I can barely breathe with all these cracks
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| I’ve distanced myself from everything
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| In order to be a little happy
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| I’ve distanced myself from everything
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| In order to be a little happy
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| But if I’m not feeling, but if I’m not living
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| Am I happy? |
| am I happy?
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| It’s made, it’s made me hollow to say the least
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| I couldn’t hold on to her, or to her God
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| Not to her hands, or to her heart
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| I couldn’t hold on to anything
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| I couldn’t hold on to my everything
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| And I can still see her now, I still fall apart in her eyes
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| At least on the inside
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| And I can still see her now, in pictures and memories
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| And it’s sad that something like that could die
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| At least on the inside
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| You can still see it in my eyes
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| I wish I could have let her know, that I loved her so
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| That she was everything that I ever wanted, or ever needed
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| But you can’t hold on to what isn’t there
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| You can’t even see it in the air
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| I hate how this isn’t fair
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| Yeah, I couldn’t reach my feelings
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| And I had to watch my whole life walk away
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| When she was leaving
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| I’m sick. |
| I’m sick, and this hurting
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| I’m sick. |
| I’m sick of seeing
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| That was the first day it rained, and it never rains here
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| That was the first day it rained, and it never rains here
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| That was the first day it rained, and it never rains here
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| That was the first day it rained, and it never rains here |