| A blackout in the room again
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| A busted lip and broken skin
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| I wake up in the bathroom
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| And dare not bother asking
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| Why the mirror’s cracked and all I see
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| Are shards of glass inside of me
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| There’s voices there to dare me
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| My father’s here to scare me
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| And my mother, she sits beyond the door
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| She’s curled up crying on the floor
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| Look at what her son’s done
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| When the weight of all the world’s gone wrong
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| Wrong again
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| Gone fucking wrong again
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| Well, liars they leave a guilty trail
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| Let me tell you: I’ve been lying for years
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| That must be why I’m standing in this space
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| Constantly, over and over
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| I’m disregarding that I have created these monsters
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| That are on both of my sides
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| So I wipe the blood from both of their eyes
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| From all four of their eyes
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| And while I wait for wounds to heal, I see you by the windowsill
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| Your heart’s torn out, a plastic spoon
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| When honesty lit up that room
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| So I stole the pillowcase to clean
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| This mess I’ve made of someone’s dream
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| Now you’ve seen what I’ve done
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| When the weight of all the world’s gone wrong again
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| Gone fucking wrong again
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| This room is old and wise
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| I fall onto the bed and wonder
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| «How did I get here?»
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| I was a little boy who would argue with a tree
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| Go ahead, thump his head
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| He’ll turn back to normal
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| Now why is that what I see?
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| Don’t bother trusting me, don’t bother waiting
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| Don’t bother changing things that won’t give into changing
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| Just let me go away
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| I’m packed
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| Down, whenever
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| Let’s go
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| Let’s really, really go |