| Pound my knuckles hard against the floor
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| My head against the wall
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| But I did this to myself
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| Assume it’s just not worth getting back up
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| So I’ll blame it on bad luck
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| And I’ll shake responsibility, yeah
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| I spent some time in a bad place at 18
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| Wishing I could see something through clear eyes
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| Do you ever wake up to realize
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| That your life is meaningless?
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| Does it give you strength or lead you to
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| Your grave at a young age?
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| Pound my knuckles hard against the floor
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| My head against the wall
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| But I did this to myself
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| Assume it’s just not worth getting back up
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| So I’ll blame it on bad luck
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| And I’ll shake responsibility, yeah
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| It seems that when I ran away from my past
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| All my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back
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| And now I think it’s time that I realize
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| Self pity’s meaningless
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| Though I’m 10 feet deep
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| I’ll claw my way back out from in my grave
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| Pound my knuckles hard against the floor
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| My head against the wall
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| But I did this to myself
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| Assume it’s just not worth getting back up
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| So I’ll blame it on bad luck
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| And I’ll shake responsibility
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| And say a hard life did this to me
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| Now I realize, I’d give anything I have
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| To walk a day in my old shoes
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| Wondering what my first smoke would be like
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| My first fuck, my next fuck up
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| The next band that would change my life
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| And it changed my life
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| And it changed my life
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| Pound my knuckles hard against the floor
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| My head against the wall
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| But I did this to myself
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| Assume it’s just not worth getting back up
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| So I’ll blame it on bad luck
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| And I’ll shake responsibility
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| And say a hard life did this to me |