| I don’t know if I’ve been worse
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| I don’t know if I can change
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| But right now, I don’t think, I don’t think that I’m okay
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| I felt a year’s worth of hurt and sadness catching up with me
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| The sky I painted to silence the pain, it is bleeding into grey
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| I don’t know if I’ve been worse
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| I don’t know if I can change
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| But right now, I don’t think, I don’t think that I’m okay
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| I don’t think that I’m okay. |
| I don’t think that I’m okay
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| In unfamiliar, somber surroundings, confessing all of me
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| A perfect stranger, she puts pen to paper, consoling in her sleep
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| And how foreign it felt when I opened my mouth and heard the truth come out (I
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| heard the truth come out)
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| I’ve been running away, a tired respite from pain
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| My only novocaine (my only novocaine)
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| I don’t know if I’ve been worse
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| I don’t know if I can change
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| But right now, I don’t think, I don’t think that I’m okay
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| I don’t think that I’m okay. |
| I don’t think that I’m okay
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| So keep your «It'll get better’s» and I’ll keep my «I'll be just fine’s»
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| I’ll show you flashes of colors and hide behind bouquets of lies
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| So keep your «It'll get better’s» and I’ll keep my «I'll be just fine’s»
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| (I'll be just fine)
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| I’ll show you flashes of colors and hide behind bouquets of lies
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| I don’t know if I’ve been worse
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| I don’t know if I can change
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| But right now, I don’t think, I don’t think that I’m okay
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| I don’t think that I’m okay. |
| I don’t think that I’m okay
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| I don’t think that I’m okay |