| The younger me would be so sad to meet me
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| The younger me would be so mad of dreaming
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| He probably be like, «You'd be better off sleeping»
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| And now I know why you afraid of jumping in the deep end
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| He be like, «What you think?» |
| I say depends
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| Finally, I don’t have to work weekends
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| I’m not as lonely or depressed 'cause now I got a girlfriend
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| And girls send me nudes so I know my music’s working, and
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| Uh, I just wanna end it right now
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| Uh, I don’t even wanna find out
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| Uh, I don’t got space in the bottle
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| The word forevr is real hard to swallow, and
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| Uh, I don’t feel like I belong in my skin, and
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| Uh, shit, I don’t think I’ll ver fit in, and
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| Uh, feels like I shoulda been dead
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| Living on a second chance, that fucks with my head
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| Sometimes I wish that I was someone else
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| Sometimes I wish that I was honest with myself
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| Am I just too proud to ask for help?
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| Sometimes I wish I didn’t fucking hate myself
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| But I hate myself
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| Uh, but I hate myself
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| The younger me won’t believe what I’m thinking
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| The younger me wanna do some shit different
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| He freaking out 'cause he don’t wanna feel destined
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| To wake up every day not recognizing his reflection
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| Confession, sick never looked so sexy
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| Growing up never looked so messy
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| The world we live in never felt so techy
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| Wonder if I went missing, would anybody miss me?
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| Uh, I just wanna know how you feel
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| Uh, I just wanna know if it’s real
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| Uh, I don’t got space in the bottle
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| The word forever is real hard swallow, and
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| Uh, I don’t think I’m gonna calm down, and
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| Uh, think I gotta ride this thing out
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| Uh, feels like I shoulda been dead
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| Living on a second chance, that fucks with my head
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| Sometimes I wish that I was someone else
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| Sometimes I wish that I was honest with myself
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| Am I just too proud to ask for help?
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| Sometimes I wish I didn’t fucking hate myself
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| But I hate myself
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| Uh, but I hate myself
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| I hate myself |