| The worthless, uncertain
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| The water, is rising
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| I’m choking, help me
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| I don’t know how much more I can take
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| Oh, what a beautiful night it is, the wind is howling at my skin
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| Inching me closer to my window, and I’m not scared at all
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| A walking corpse, cleanse my soul
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| Rid me of all my impurities
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| Or let me rot, six feet deep
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| Either way’s fine with me
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| I gave the world my heart
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| And all I have to show for it are scars and nightmares
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| And I always think about how fucked up it is that we live our whole lives
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| trying to please others
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| But we could never please ourselves
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| Day after day, night after night
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| It’s just never enough and it will never be enough
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| And now everyday I just sit in this bed and feel sorry for myself and the cycle
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| repeats like clockwork
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| Years to months to days to hours to minutes to seconds
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| And I swear the only way out of this prison I put myself in
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| Is a bullet to my fucking head or a bottle of spilt pills
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| I need to learn to just to give in
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| There’s no point in fighting it anymore |