| I breathe in slow, shut my eyes as you hit my pillow
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| With every step I take towards that door, I take a step in the wrong direction
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| She had to know what it feels like to be so hollow
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| That made cracks in our foundation
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| And that’s what’s making this so hard
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| Don’t make this so hard
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| I breathe in slow, shut my eyes as you hit my pillow
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| With every step I take towards that door, I take a step in the wrong direction
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| Don’t make this so hard
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| I keep lifting you up, you keep letting me down
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| I keep lifting you up, and you’re letting me down
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| So then I think, if this is as good as it gets for me
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| I’d rather hide away until there’s nothing left to be afraid of
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| Because there’s nothing left to love or to be lost
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| But now yesterday, the sequence seems changed
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| Because yesterday is today
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| In my head, the sequence keeps changing
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| I breathe in slow, shut my eyes as you hit my pillow
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| With every step I take towards that door, I take a step in the wrong direction
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| Should have cut your noose |