| I don’t buy everything I read,
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| I haven’t even read everything I’ve bought
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| I don’t cry every time I bleed,
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| My eyes are dry, but they’re bloodshot
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| I have faith in medication
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| I believe in the Prozac nation
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| You play doctor, but I’ve lost patience
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| This is where it ends
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| This is where it ends
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| Call the police and call the press
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| But please, dear God, don’t tell my friends
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| This is where it ends
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| This is where it ends
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| Where’s my pride? |
| Where’s my self-esteem?
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| Does it show in the drinks I’ve bought?
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| I don’t hide every time I’m seen, but I try not to get caught
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| Make excuses for behavious
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| Can my illness be my saviour?
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| Hid my heart while you still gave yours
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| She says she wants to live in a movie
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| I say I want someone else to stand behind me And write it all down
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| 'Cause I can’t be bothered doing it myself
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| And I don’t want the responsibility of proving its importance
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| I have loved and I have waited
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| Been picked up and been sedated
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| Mental health is overrated |