| I start this off staring at a blank page
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| An open office document
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| A blinking cursor
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| Passing days
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| Without a single word
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| Some say it’s absurd
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| Like I float along a stream of words unsaid
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| Choosing not to cast my net
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| But I spend so long questioning myself
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| If this isn’t right
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| Then does that mean I failed?
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| Will my melodies ever live up
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| Will my metaphors be profound enough
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| Will I ever outdo myself
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| The ceiling gets higher and higher
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| It’s harder and harder to shatter
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| And when I fall
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| I fall worse than I ever did before
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| Evaluating the damage no I just don’t understand it
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| Conflicted by the very air I breathe
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| A love with hatred laced between
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| You can see it in my eyes
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| A child’s spark light up the night
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| Constant search for approval
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| Suffocated by refusal
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| Devouring my skull
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| But never feeling full
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| Oh dear I don’t wanna be a burden
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| But could you please be a little more concerned with
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| The overactive mind of a believer
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| The toxic thoughts of an overachiever
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| Oh dear if only you could feel it
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| The crippling fear of being deserted
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| You can’t touch the heat of this fever
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| The toxic thoughts of an overachiever
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| I start this off a little confused
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| Writers block doesn’t exist
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| It’s not a word I’m supposed to use
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| Because it’s all in my mind
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| A parasite I’m supposed to find
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| But sometimes
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| Well most times
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| It’s so hard to define
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| So I pour a couple drinks
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| Getting drunk on gasoline
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| Fire pulses in my veins
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| I’m sick of waiting for the day
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| That courage overtakes my brain
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| For someone to say it’s ok
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| I’ve lived my whole life afraid
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| It’s time for me to be brave
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| To embrace a forest
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| That’s so dark and unknown
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| Because no great adventurer has a paved path to roam
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| They pave as they go
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| Disappointed gazes leaving poisoned bread crumb traces
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| I’m not taking the bait
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| Let them rot in their place
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| I deserve to be alright
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| I deserve to sleep at night
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| I’m my closest friend
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| I remind myself again
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| Better treat her well
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| Cuz she’s with me till the end
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| Oh dear I don’t wanna be a burden
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| But could you please be a little more concerned with
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| The overactive mind of a believer
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| The toxic thoughts of an overachiever
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| Oh dear if only you could feel it
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| The crippling fear of being deserted
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| You can’t touch the heat of this fever
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| The toxic thoughts of an overachiever
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| Sometimes I forget the feeling
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| Of every single nerve tingling
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| Better than any lovers' touch
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| I’ve created tears of pain and burns of lust
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| I’ve created a forest a safe place for myself that others have found
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| Some attempt to destroy and others feed the ground
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| Fertilize my mind with melodies and rhymes
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| A sorcerer of time take you back to the night
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| When you pondered your death when somebody left when you lie away broken cause
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| your head is unkept and let me remind you
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| That everything is temporary
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| You and I are temporary
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| And this feeling that’s so scary
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| Someday you’ll realize that thoughts so heavy
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| Don’t mean you’re unsteady
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| But that you’re only getting ready to say nice to meet you to somebody you
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| never knew
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| You |