| I’ll sit and pretend
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| I know someone at an intimate depth
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| It only makes me feel like shit in the end
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| Because you’re only as good as the people you consider your friends
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| So watch an aching past surface, and now I’m half certain
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| That everyone who associates with me’s a bad person
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| Because everyone who associates with me is as worthless
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| Now I finally understand what it means to lack courage
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| And at the end of the day it just defeats the damn purpose
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| To share the fruit of your knowledge while completely malnourished
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| So I’ve been trying to let go of the things that torture me inside
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| Congratulations, you’re cordially invited
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| To a small list of things that I normally would hide
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| Like high school, no comprehension of enough harm
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| Codeine for numb hearts and patching up cut arms
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| But drinking cough syrup when you didn’t have a cough
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| Is ironic, because in reality you’re sicker than you thought
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| But like hearing new music and being too scared to turn it up
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| Virgin blood mostly told me to stop at the surface cuts
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| And sometimes I wouldn’t eat more than a couple bites
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| And sometimes I’d go a week and not sleep more than a couple nights
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| And sometimes I’d get so wrapped up in the «couple life»
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| When the «couple life"failed me the first couple times
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| But I am grateful that it seems stupid, and I’m grateful that I miss you
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| Because the passed two years are something I’m glad I had to sit through
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| Because now that I know what it means to be dead I can start living again
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| Now that I know what it means to be dead
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| I can start living
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| I can smell it when I breathe
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| I can feel it when you leave
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| I can start living again
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| So I’m leaving behind the people who said I wasn’t brave enough
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| Wrote an album called «sleep"and realized it’s about waking up |