| I start to feel the weight, of everything beneath me
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| It seems like day to day I wait
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| Waiting for the next mistake to blow back up in my face
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| What makes you think I’m not living up?
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| Cause for everything I do, I feel nothing but unloved
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| Sometimes I feel like it’s just never enough, never enough
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| My hands just freeze; |
| shake the snow from the trees
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| Don’t build this up unless you’re planning to landslide into me
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| I never saw this coming
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| I’ll take my chances in running
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| I don’t need tension for release
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| The next time I put myself here, pull me out from the rut
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| Because I don’t think I can take more of this, pushing constantly until my last
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| breath
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| There’s no time to find myself, not a second of air, there’s not a moment to
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| spare, and I’m screaming out my lungs
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| Screaming out but no one’s there
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| Callous, careless
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| How did you miss the fists of tyrants hiding in the shadows of
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| Spineless, giants? |
| It feels so out of reach
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| Jealous, sightless
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| How many times will you die before your death in your head, this is
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| Lifeless, defiance
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| I fear a life left incomplete
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| As time moves so steadily, it’s making a fool out of me
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| I’m done depending
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| I’m on my own now, I am on my own
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| I can’t be disappointed, I’m expecting gold from a stone
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| I’m on my own now, I am on my own
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| I can’t have faith in you
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| It’s getting old
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| We’re just a step away from drowning in our dreams
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| I can’t think of the last time that we were steady
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| I don’t like where our path is heading; |
| but if this is forever, I’ll take it
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| right into my grave
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| The next time I put myself here, pull me out from the rut
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| Because I don’t think I can take more of this, pushing constantly until my last
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| breath
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| There’s no time to find myself, not a second of air, there’s not a moment to
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| spare, and I’m screaming out my lungs
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| Screaming out but no one’s there
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| Callous, careless
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| How did you miss the fists of tyrants hiding in the shadows of
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| Spineless, giants? |
| It feels so out of reach
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| Jealous, sightless
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| How many times will you die before your death in your head, this is
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| Lifeless, defiance
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| I fear a life left incomplete
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| I try so hard to make these parallels meet
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| The illusion of control always follows me
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| I’m holding onto dreams
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| The patience I had is gone
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| I’m just so sick of second chances
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| If you can’t keep up, fuck you I’m moving on
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| Because I can’t keep thinking about what’s going on in your head
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| Sick of you not seeing where I’m coming from
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| And I bet when I’m gone, you won’t have anyone
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| There’s nothing wrong with getting sick of being stepped on
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| And I bet if I found a way out, you’d fall right to the ground! |