| I worry about the weather and the pressure in my head
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| And how my lungs can’t find the oxygen to form a single breath
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| That doesn’t get caught in my throat with all the words I couldn’t say
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| I pray that things are getting better…
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| I still worry about the weather and I’m sick to death of rain
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| And these panic attacks do nothing for my tired and swollen brain
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| My days aren’t getting better, I’m still numbing all the pain
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| I lost my mind and all my hope in feeling fine again
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| I’m holding out for a saving grace to show me the error of my ways
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| I really need a change
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| I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
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| I haven’t felt so fucking drained. |
| I need a break
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| I caught a glimpse of my reflection and didn’t recognise my face
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| I left an note at home explaining how I’m sorry that I left
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| I just needed to be alone for a while to realise that I’m a mess
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| I pray that things are better but I won’t hold my breath.
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| I’m holding out for a saving grace to show me the error of my ways
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| I really need a change
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| I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
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| I haven’t felt so fucking drained. |
| I need a break
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| I’m not quite there but I’m on my way
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| I’m still forgetting names and faces, I need to get away from this place
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| Because my outlook’s changed along with how I speak
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| I’m really not the same as I used to be
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| I’m always living in my head and I can’t remember when I last felt alive.
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| I’m holding out for a saving grace to show me the error of my ways
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| I really need a change
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| I’m not a pessimist but sometimes hope is missed or missing
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| I haven’t felt so fucking drained. |
| I need a break |