| The Days are hard
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| Most of the time
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| I can’t bring myself to get out of bed
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| You’re probably better off without holding
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| My hands through the pain
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| Where street lights pretend to be my friend
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| Only they don’t talk, and no one cares
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| About me in the end. |
| I wish they did
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| One day, hope, I’ll make it through…
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| When coming down, it’s the hardest thing to do
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| When all I wanted was to be like all you…
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| The pain, where street lights pretend to be my friend
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| Only they don’t talk, and no one cares
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| About me in the end. |
| I wish they did
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| One day, hope, I’ll make it through…
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| I guess I need to say (I'm sorry) goodbye to you!
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| You’re like everyone else and everything else
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| Everything changes with time, but coming downs the worst
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| Coming down’s always the hardest
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| I wish you the best! |
| (the worst) And maybe I won’t kill myself
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| (You know it’s coming) killing myself everyday
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| But I’m not like the rest. |
| Things hurt more
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| Than I’ll ever confess. |
| Make yourself happy!
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| So here’s to you! |
| I love you, and all our memories… |