| I’m sorry
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| I don’t know what to do
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| The skin is broken
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| But the blood spills not far from the wound
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| I’m failing to sever
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| The flesh from the bone
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| And I suffer through all this
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| Just too afraid to be alone
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| Splinters remain in both our fingers
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| Fragments of former times
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| But I’m happy to stay here with you
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| It’s not like I have pride
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| So why do we all adjust to the common situations?
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| Strange, we find comfort in the worst days
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| But now we’re restless in this constant situation
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| I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way
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| We all adjust to the common situations
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| Strange, we find comfort in the worst days
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| But now I’m restless in this constant situation
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| I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way
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| I’m still here
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| And I don’t mind
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| I don’t care if it’s insincere
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| You’re only wasting my time
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| The season’s changing and so am I
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| The feeling’s faded away
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| What else more do I have left to give?
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| Finally unhappy here
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| So why should we all adjust to the common situations?
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| Strange, we find comfort in the worst days
|
| But now we’re restless in this constant situation
|
| I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way
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| We all adjust to the common situations
|
| Strange, we find comfort in the worst days
|
| But now I’m restless in this constant situation
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| I’m living here but I am dying in the worst way |