| I passed out, I couldn’t stay awake
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| Today’s not unlike other days
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| That led me to this place
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| They all feel the same, the same, the same
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| I struggle to build memories
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| And I can’t feel what’s inside of me
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| Or navigate this space
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| At all
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| But all these thoughts and fears and words that
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| Imply I’m not trying
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| And hyper fixate on my failures
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| Only serve myself
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| Caught in the days where the lines bleed together
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| Between the last scourge and the next failure
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| Seems every time that I’ve felt my life changing
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| It’s not good or bad, just an altered arrangement
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| And I see it now
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| And I see it now
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| My hopes betray reality
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| And I can’t see what’s in front of me
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| I’m consumed in a grind
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| With nothing to show for all this time
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| These moments pass and then they fade
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| Homogenize into the gray:
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| Always exhausted, asleep in broad daylight
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| I wish I could sleep for the rest of my life
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| Too sore to move, awake but still in bed
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| Glued to my sheets and trapped in my head
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| I’m calling it quits, I was fucked from the start
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| And all of the waiting tore me apart
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| The endless cycle crushes my heart
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| Our lives fall to shit, reform and restart
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| We get up each morning, the past on our shoulders
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| And live out the same days over and over
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| We fall into bed, brush the past from our shoulders
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| And relive the nightmare over and over
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| Do you see it now?
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| Do you see it now?
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| You read me like a book
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| Didn’t you? |