| Tipping the scales in the wrong direction
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| Biting my tongue until it bleeds
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| You saw the panic washing over my face
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| And now you’re watching me rinse and repeat
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| I want you to stay
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| But I don’t want to be here
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| It’s time for a break
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| But the timing is not that great for me
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| Always expecting the worst
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| I’m pleading my case with a mouth full of dirt
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| I’m hoping to bury you with every word
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| That’s left unspoken
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| And I don’t need to self medicate
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| I’m already numb
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| The television doesn’t hold my attention
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| It only keeps me from falling asleep
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| The emptiness is filling up the space
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| Is this reality or is it a dream?
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| I wanted to stay
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| But you don’t want to be here
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| Am I too late
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| Or am I where I’m supposed to be?
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| Always expecting the worst
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| I’m pleading my case with a mouth full of dirt
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| I’m hoping to bury you with every word
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| That’s left unspoken
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| And I don’t need to self medicate
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| I’m already numb
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| Stimulate me
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| Before the void annihilates me
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| (I want to feel something, anything)
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| I want to feel something, anything
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| And I don’t need to self medicate
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| Gotta feel something
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| Feel everything
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| Gotta feel something
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| And I don’t need to self medicate
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| I’m already numb |