| Well, it’s not fair, it’s not even close
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| You tied me down, where I’m forced to watch as you poke holes
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| In every part of me containing something secretly
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| Something sacred to me
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| I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
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| It’s never fine when you go away
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| These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent and always on display
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| This makes things difficult for me
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| It’s not fair, it’s not even close
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| You fed me the sun, burned me up inside and watched me choke
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| On everything we did, on everything we lived
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| Let’s see if I can live again
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| I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
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| It’s never fine when you go away
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| These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent and always on display
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| This makes things difficult for me
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| Head like an empty sterile room, somehow I made a mess
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| Like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress
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| Head like an empty sterile room, somehow I made a mess
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| Like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress
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| I’m bad luck, can’t fuck
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| Got no reflection today
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| Maybe I’ll stay down
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| Next time I get hit by a train
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| I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
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| It’s never fine when you go away |