| I couldn’t get my life back
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| I couldn’t get my life back, I couldn’t save myself
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| All the words of my mother hang heavy over me
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| It’s summer in Texas, 2003
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| I dissociate, the world around me fades
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| There is no self if there is no one else
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| So I isolate and suppress discomfort
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| And I sacrifice any shred of my own self-worth
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| While I put so much faith in my open eyes
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| I have never felt so lonely and desperate
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| I couldn’t get my life back
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| I couldn’t get my life back, I didn’t stand a chance
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| All the pain within my past weighs heavy on my heart
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| The euphoria won’t last, it’ll tear your life apart
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| I feel the same; |
| the world around me changed
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| It is a mess, and I could not make sense
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| Of this brave new world I navigate alone
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| Or my hyper-vulnerability I now call home
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| 'Cause I put so much trust in their shifting words
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| And I have never felt so stupid and useless before
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| But it is all my fault
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| I never should have trusted them
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| It’s easy to smile and wave, to tell them one thing to their face
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| It’s hard to tell the truth
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| Yeah, it is all my fault
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| But how could I have known that
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| What people call low self-esteem is really just seeing yourself
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| The way other people see you?
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| I couldn’t get my life back
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| I couldn’t get my life back
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| I couldn’t get my life back
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| I couldn’t get my life back |