| I’m on the verge of collapse
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| I’m on the brink of disaster
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| And I’m far more lost than I want to admit
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| I’m at the end of my rope
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| I’m on the edge of a breakdown
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| And no matter how tightly I hold on, I still slip
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| And you’re watching me die
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| Right in front of your eyes
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| And if you turned your back on me
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| I wouldn’t be surprised
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| There’s no new story to tell
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| It’s every man for himself
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| As brick by brick
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| We construct our own personal hell
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| I’m running out of time
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| I’m running short of options
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| And the desperation is chewing me up inside
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| I’ve got nowhere to go
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| I’ve got no one to turn to Just accelerating, inescapable decline
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| And you’re watching me die
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| Right in front of your eyes
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| And if you turned your back on me
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| I wouldn’t be surprised
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| There’s no new story to tell
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| It’s every man for himself
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| As brick by brick
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| We construct our own personal hell
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| I’m suffocating with guilt
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| Asphyxiating on panic
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| And I can’t shake off this fear with which I’m bound
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| I’m buried up to my neck
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| I’m sinking under the water
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| And the next wave could be the one that brings me down
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| And you’re watching me die
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| Right in front of your eyes
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| And if you turned your back on me
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| I wouldn’t be surprised
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| There’s no new story to tell
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| It’s every man for himself
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| As brick by brick
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| We construct our own personal hell |