| Sharpener’s callin' me again
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| Tryin' to turn it into some
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| Thing I can draw into my skin
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| Make it a picture that I’ll love
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| Insert something that I wish
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| I could get in the bath and scrub right off
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| Why am I ashamed to look the way I do?
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| All 'cause an escape to me was just a sharpener to you
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| Big old pill to inch around
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| There’s no copping out this time
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| Tried my best to get it down (Get, get, get, get it down)
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| Sometimes seems like I’m still young
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| And lookin' at the boy across the sink
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| Thinking «What the hell have you just done?"(«What the hell have you just done?
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| Why am I ashamed to look the way I do?
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| All 'cause an escape to me was just a sharpener to you
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| Why am I afraid of things I let inside my room?
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| Just wanted some company, broke the sharpener in two
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| You say, why am I like this?
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| You mean, why am I stupid?
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| Guess you know you’re not tryin' to fix this
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| You mean, why am I like this?
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| You say, why am I selfish?
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| Guess you know, honey, you can’t help it |