| Another day spent wasted, another year passed me by
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| Listening to old sad songs to get me through the night
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| Staring at the walls, wondering where I went wrong
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| My last light just burned out and I’m left with the darkness again
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| But still, I can’t seem to find importance in anything
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| I’m still waiting for the day when I’ll fit into my own skin
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| Now I’m even struggling to connect with my own friends
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| Until I make a change, the weight I carry will just soak in
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| I’m getting old, my life’s been wasted
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| Another bottle to my mouth, the days aren’t changing
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| I’m getting old, my life’s been wasted
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| Another bottle to my mouth, it echoes and bleeds out
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| I’m fed up of drowning in my own self-pity
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| Tired, I’m useless, fragile and worthless
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| Am I slowly drowning? |
| I keep telling myself I am
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| Am I slowly drowning? |
| I keep telling myself I am
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| Another day spent wasted, another year passed me by
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| Listening to old sad songs to get me through the night
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| Staring at the walls, wondering where I went wrong
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| My last light just burned out, it’s just me in the darkness again
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| It’s just me in the darkness again
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| It echoes and bleeds out
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| It surrounds me
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| It echoes and bleeds out
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| And holds me down
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| It echoes and bleeds out
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| It surrounds me
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| It echoes and bleeds out
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| I’m getting old, my life’s been wasted
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| Another bottle to my mouth, the days aren’t changing
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| I’m getting old, my life’s been wasted
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| Another bottle to my mouth, it echoes and bleeds out
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| It echoes and bleeds out |