| What’s the point of trying
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| I ask myself when I wake up
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| I can’t ignore the feeling that
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| I’m doing everything wrong
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| My plans seems so unstable
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| I hope they all work out
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| Stumbling, I’m unable
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| To be sure about anything now
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| I got nothing good to say
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| So I’d prefer an unmarked grave
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| My embarrassing words leave a bitter
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| Taste in my mouth every single day
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| I got nothing good to say
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| So I’d prefer an unmarked grave
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| My embarrassing words leave a bitter
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| Taste in my mouth every single day
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| I love a few people
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| I don’t think they love me back
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| Know I’m undeserving
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| I just waste away intact
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| My halo is dim now
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| I’m just an outcast
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| But I never fit in
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| My happiness bypassed
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| I got nothing good to say
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| So I’d prefer an unmarked grave
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| My embarrassing words leave a bitter
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| Taste in my mouth every single day
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| I got nothing good to say
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| So I’d prefer an unmarked grave
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| My embarrassing words leave a bitter
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| Taste in my mouth every single day |