| I’ve created a monster, it feeds on my guilt
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| I’m lying with vultures, they’re watching me wilt
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| Patiently waiting for me to decay
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| I’ve got half of my breath left, I’m one stitch away
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| And there’s no decorum, they won’t be polite
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| They’ll just rip up my bones til there’s no flesh in sight
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| But I’ll be fine
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| It’s a long road to the top
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| When your friends play the anchor you call, they don’t answer
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| Don’t ask me to watch while you’re killing yourself (whoa yeah)
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| Heartbreaks, mistakes. |
| Trust me I’m a mess, but I beat myself best
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| It’s a long road to the top when you’re on your own
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| When the feast is all over, the crowd disappears
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| I’m left with an uneasy sense that I’m soon to face all my fears
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| This is the only way I have to show you
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| The things I’m too terrified for anyone to know
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| Honestly, it’s just to be alone
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| But I’ll be fine
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| It’s a long road to the top
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| When your friends play the anchor you call, they don’t answer
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| Don’t ask me to watch while you’re killing yourself (whoa yeah)
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| Heartbreaks, mistakes. |
| Trust me I’m a mess, but I beat myself best
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| It’s a long road to the top when you’re on your own
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| I wish there was an easy way to live my life
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| I’m sick of always acting like I’m doing fine
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| This is me twenty-three, count the ways so easily that I’m out of time
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| Whoa, I’m taking all the chances that a boy should take
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| I’m past the point of caring about the bones I break
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| This is me, twenty-three, king of my destiny. |
| I will be fine
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| It’s a long road to the top
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| When your friends play the anchor you call, they don’t answer
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| Don’t ask me to watch while you’re killing yourself (whoa yeah)
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| Heartbreaks, mistakes. |
| Trust me I’m a mess, but I beat myself best
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| It’s a long road to the top when you’re on your own
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| The perfect way to meet my end.
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| Free for all, with all my friends.
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| Dig your teeth into my skin. |