| Tell me what it’s like, living inside the lines
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| Everybody’s lying, when they say they’re fine
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| I’m fine
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| It’s so fucking hard not to criticize
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| Every other life that’s in front of mine
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| I’m trying not to show it
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| It’s harder when you know that you’re just
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| Another type of unsatisfied
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| And you don’t even have the strength to try
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| And everything’s broken
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| I know I should call my brother back
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| Afraid of anything that makes me sad
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| They say that we all just fade to black
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| But it already feels like that
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| It already feels like that
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| I’m just making noises with my hands
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| To hide the voices in my head
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| I’m so sick of pulling on this thread
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| To uncover what is next
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| It’s so fucking hard not to criticize
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| Every other life that’s in front of mine
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| I’m trying not to show it
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| It’s harder when you know that you’re just
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| Another type of unsatisfied
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| And you don’t even have the strength to try
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| And everything’s broken
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| I know I should call my brother back
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| Afraid of anything that makes me sad
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| They say that we all just fade to black
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| But it already feels like that
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| It already feels like that |