| Laying here alone
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| I am exhausted and nothing here is right
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| I’m lost here in silence
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| I’m empty and tired of this life
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| I am tired of this life
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| I am tired of the crawling
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| Tired of the endless lies
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| I woke up with this pain again
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| Not knowing why or what I am again
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| Reached out for another empty hand
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| And I’m tired of this
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| Tired of living like this
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| I’m bored of the cheapness
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| The weakness I see in their eyes
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| But I’m unsure if it’s them or me
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| That I have grown to despise
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| And I do despise
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| I am tired of the crawling
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| Tired of the endless lies
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| I woke up with this pain again
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| Not knowing why or what I am again
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| Reached out for another empty hand
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| And I’m tired of this
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| Tired of living like this
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| Tired of living like this
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| Tired of Living
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| And days like this I may be the weaker man
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| I could put a bullet in my head
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| But I’d be no better than them
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| You see, I wasn’t meant to make it
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| But I learned to take it
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| I wasn’t meant to make it
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| But I’ve learned to take it
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| Bring it on
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| Well I woke up with this pain again
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| Not knowing why or what I am again |
| Reached out for another empty hand
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| And I’m tired of this
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| Tired of living like this
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| Tired of living like this
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| I’m tired of living |