| From the outside looking in
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| Constant failure was the only friend I had
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| Taking everything for granted
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| This pity party in my head
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| Without you I’m as good as dead
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| Always playing victim
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| Always feeling sorry for myself
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| And blaming everyone else
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| I teeter on this soapbox, the tilt before I fall
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| My precipice of selfishness, I keep hitting a wall
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| Always falling off this beaten path, I’m tired of fading away
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| Trying to shed this weight, on my own
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| And it isn’t working out, I’m tired of fading away
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| From the grace You set in place
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| On my own, sometimes I’m up
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| Sometimes I’m down
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| Help me not hate myself for having my doubts
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| Sinking in the guilt I’m still running from
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| Lost in the lies I haven’t repented of
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| Memories like bullets, fired from a gun
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| Cracking me open
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| Nobody knows the trouble I’ve been
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| Nobody knows the trouble I’ve been, but you
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| This selfish masquerade I’ve been putting You through
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| Nobody knows the trouble I’ve been, but you
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| Nobody knows, no one but You |