| If you heard the things that I say to my bedroom ceiling
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| Would you have me committed for the things I’m feeling?
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| When I tell anybody else, it only goes in circles
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| Sick of oversharing till my face gets purple
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| No one understands me like my bedroom ceiling
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| Oh, this is so messed up
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| 'Cause I trust this room more than anyone
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| Oh, let me spill my guts
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| With the only one that will never run
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| When I’m at my worst and I’m so ashamed
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| I open up and nobody stays
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| Oh no, am I that messed up?
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| 'Cause I trust this room more than anyone
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| If you heard the things that I say to my bedroom ceiling
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| You’d be more focused on fixing than who they’re killing
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| Don’t know why you cringe when I say I don’t want to live
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| Four inch concrete listened better than you ever did
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| No one understands me like my bedroom ceiling
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| Oh, this is so messed up
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| 'Cause I trust this room more than anyone
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| Oh, let me spill my guts
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| With the only one that will never run
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| When I’m at my worst and I’m so ashamed
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| I open up and nobody stays
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| Oh no, am I that messed up?
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| 'Cause I trust this room more than anyone
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| Let me be alone
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| 'Cause I’ve already found the perfect therapist
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| Hanging from my home
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| And nothing feels better than to cry like this
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| Let me be alone
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| 'Cause I’ve already found the perfect therapist
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| Hanging from my home
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| And nothing feels better than to cry like this
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| Oh, this is so messed up
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| 'Cause I trust this room more than anyone
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| Oh, let me spill my guts
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| With the only one that will never run
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| When I’m at my worst and I’m so ashamed
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| I open up and nobody stays
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| Oh no, am I that messed up?
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| 'Cause I trust this room more than anyone |