| Yeah, it’s like I woke up in the wrong body
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| Another night on the floor and another cold coffee
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| Some negativity that’s creepin' in my head probably
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| I gotta get up out this house before depression stops me
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| And I know it’s obvious that everybody’s trippin'
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| Look around and know I had to throw my phone because
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| The shit’s only bringing me down
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| I swear this whole town is like «Look at me! |
| Look at me!»
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| «But please don’t get too close because I’m plagued with insecurity»
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| Yeah, see, I’m a victim of it, too
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| Just measurin' self worth by the number in these views
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| Distractin' myself with all the hate that’s in the news
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| And an algorithm advertisement made just for you, yeah
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| Uh, you see the controversy sells really anything
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| To keep us all from lookin' at ourselves
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| And that’s funny 'cause all we wanna to is look at ourselves
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| Just consumed with an image, not the shit that we felt, yeah (Felt, yeah)
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| We know we got a problem, and way too often
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| I been too afraid to go and check the diagnostics
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| Searching music, I’m escaping into comic
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| I don’t wanna be alone, and if I’m bein' honest (Yeah)
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| I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
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| I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
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| I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
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| For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go
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| Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
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| I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
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| I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
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| For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)
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| And I read it in the books, the hero always wins
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| A good-looking dude that has a lot of friends
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| And I just got the same clothes that I’ve been wearin'
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| The same goes for the friends I do have, yo
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| And I got this creepin' anxiety that I been wastin' all my time
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| And I should probably have some medication just to rest the mind
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| But I been tellin' everybody I’m OK and that’s subjective, right?
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| Like, my «OK» might be a fuckin' hell for you like every night (Every night)
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| Wake up, take up my time, I’m lost, I’m gone, these songs we write
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| Are just all of us searchin' for somethin' that we believe
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| And starvin' for knowledge so they call 'em «news feeds»
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| And yeah, we’re all obsessed with the quality of our meets
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| But we’ll blindly consume all the garbage that they retweet
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| It’s so quick that we forget about the mental health
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| And lately I’ve been wishin' I was someone else
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| I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
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| I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
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| I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
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| For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go
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| Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
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| I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
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| I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
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| For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)
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| Engagement with social media and our cellphones realeases a chemical called
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| dopamine
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| Dopamine is the exact same chemical that makes us feel good when we smoke,
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| when we drink, and when we gamble
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| It’s highly addictive. |
| We know the people that spend more time on Facebook
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| suffer higher rates of depression than people who spend less time on Facebook
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| Too many kids don’t know how to form deep, meaningful relationships
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| I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
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| I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
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| I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
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| For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go
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| Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
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| I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
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| I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
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| For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go) |