| It’s so hard to swallow, all the lumps in my throat, on the tip of my tongue,
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| and I still choke.
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| If you squeeze me I might bleed just what I’m feeling.
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| I feel so empty.
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| Staring through a window, but a curtain covers it.
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| I must be so foolish.
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| All this junk in my pockets is starting to hurt my leg.
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| It’s starting to weigh me down.
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| I’m down but I’m not out.
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| It’s so hard to swallow all the lumps in my throat, on the tip of my tongue,
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| and I still choke.
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| If you squeeze me I might bleed just what I’m feeling.
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| I feel so empty.
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| There is a Band-Aid on my finger, but the scar is in my head. |
| I feel so
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| exhausted.
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| I stare into a mirror, and I’m staring back at me.
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| I’m looking down at the ground, all around.
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| I’m down but I’m not out.
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| I try to see clearly, but my eyes are half shut.
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| There’s a cloud around my head 'cause I’m all blocked up.
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| It’s so hard to swallow, all the lumps in my throat, and I still choke.
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| If you squeeze me I might bleed just what I’m feeling. |
| I feel so empty. |