| I start to sense the panic
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| Coursing through my veins
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| A sickness so bleak and tragic, I feel its symptoms now
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| Just like a noose around my neck
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| And I’ve spent my whole life
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| Trying to prove to myself that I was good enough
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| When in fact if I’d just opened my eyes
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| I’d have been sure to find what it takes to get better
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| I’ve lived my life under the shadow of doubt
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| I’ve lived my life beneath these darkened clouds
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| I’ve lived my whole life just trying to find a way to get by
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| Instead of fighting to make myself happy
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| I’m cursed by this life I’ve lead
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| Could you fix me? |
| Because inside I think I’m dead
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| Anxiety creeps up my spine
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| And I lose all breath as it smothers me
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| The world around me starts to fade to black
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| And I feel nothing again, I’m cold just like ice
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| Forgive me for thinking
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| That I would be just fine
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| 'Cause I don’t think my heart can take much more
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| Watching someone else I love walk right out the door
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| And I feel that time’s wasting away
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| Stuck with one foot in my grave
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| And I am so afraid, I am so afraid
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| I’ve lived my life under the shadow of doubt
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| I’ve lived my life beneath these darkened clouds
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| I’ve lived my whole life just trying to find a way to get by
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| Instead of fighting to make myself happy
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| And one day I’ll tell my sons
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| To follow their dreams no matter the chaos it brings
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| Life is too damn short to wallow
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| In our self-inflicted misery
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| And someday I’ll prove to my sons
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| That I’m truly sorry for everything
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| Because I tried my best to love them
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| While also doing what’s best for
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| What’s best for me
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| I want to live my life
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| Without regret
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| Sometimes I look in the mirror
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| Disgusted by my own reflection
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| That old familiar feeling
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| Creeps back up from the depths to steal my breath again |