| Didn’t get out of bed today
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| Felt what was the point
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| Didn’t realise you felt this way'
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| I left it with the voice in my head
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| He tells me how I pushed everyone away
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| To be loved, to feel guilty
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| So I’m in with the pretty
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| Who don’t see me that way
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| Pushing this creative streak
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| How to write about her without looking like a creep
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| I feel If a car hit at least I’d get some sleep
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| I’m far from l where I used to be
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| I don’t know how to treat, myself
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| I go for long walks my shoes can’t take
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| I go for long weeks without a break
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| Unhappy with every decision I make
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| Unhappy with the smiles I fake
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| ‘I'm great' everyone’s favourite lie
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| Each one yanks on that knot tied
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| You’re not ready for my inside
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| You’re not ready for my inside
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| Tired of being hypochondriac
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| Waking up in the cardiac ward
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| Making these mistakes then
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| Wonder why I’ve had been here before
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones but words are swords
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| And my words are talking goals
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| I’m reaching towards
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| Scared of the future
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| Scared I don’t see myself in it
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| I feel like I’m quitting before beginning
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| Am I not winning?
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| Or am I better off brooding like Bruce Wayne
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| Walking through my days they feel the same
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| Absorbing problems I’m done passing blame
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| I’m done playing this character
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| Tired of writing sad songs
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| Finding ways to spend long nights
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| Excuses to sleep, or not
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| Watching the room I lost the plot
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| Maybe top-shelf liquor will keep me in high spirits
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| Or I’ll shout the problem so loud I can hear it
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| Say hello to Mr blue sky
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| Ask him why he’s been away for so long
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| Morning montage movies, showers playing that song
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| Conspiracy board theories find out where I went wrong
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| I belong
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| Stare at the empty space to my left
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| Reflection in my phone see what’s left
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| (Well this is life through a screen)
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| Morning but the energy is spent
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| Last nights text is what I really meant
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| Morning apologies for the truth I regret
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| (Well this is life through a screen)
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| Didn’t get out of bed today
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| Felt what was the point
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| Didn’t realise you felt this way'
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| I left it with the voice in my head
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| He tells me how I pushed everyone away
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| (life through a screen)
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| To be loved, to feel guilty
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| (life through a screen)
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| So I’m in with the pretty
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| (well this is life through a screen)
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| Who don’t see me that way
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| Didn’t get out of bed today
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| Felt what was the point
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| Didn’t realise you felt this way'
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| I left it with the voice in my head
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| He tells me how I pushed everyone away
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| (life through a screen)
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| To be loved, to feel guilty
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| (life through a screen)
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| So I’m in with the pretty
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| (Well this is life through a screen)
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| Who don’t see me that way |