| All my friends I love the most
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| I still don’t think they really know me
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| So I push them all away
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| Then complain that I’m always lonely
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| I pick my phone up
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| To say hi to someone
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| Then for no reason
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| I put it down
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| Feel like a bother
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| I can’t help but wonder
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| Am I somebody
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| You want around?
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| I know that I can be a ghost but I want you to call
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| Truth is I don’t know how to love or be loved much at all
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s my, maybe that’s my
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s the way I am, I understand
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| If I die alone, then it was all my fault
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| Maybe that’s my, maybe that’s my
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| Sorry for not responding to your message
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| I’m trapped inside my head, I really wish there was an exit
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| Looking on the outside, I’m not someone I’d be friends with
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| Now I finally get it, I finally get it
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s my fatal flaw
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| Maybe that’s the way I am, I understand
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| If I die alone, then it was all my fault
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| Maybe that’s my, maybe that’s my fatal flaw |