| It’s a day with a Y in it, so obviously I’m over it
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| I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
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| And I’ve tried not to worry, and I’ve tried being sorry
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| For being born in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| 'Cause I’ve been messed up, stressed out, talking to myself again
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| Locked up, left out, terrified of everything
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| Wound up, found out, waiting round for something to give
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| Don’t you ever wake up and suspect
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| That you were simply never cut out to be
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| The kind of person they expect
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| The person you intended to be?
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| And I keep it all in with my idiot grin
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| And I’m doing my best, but there’s very little left
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| So cut me some slack if I crawl back into my shell
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| I haven’t been doing so well
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| I haven’t been doing so well
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| I got a brand new name for an old, old friend
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| The doctor said it’s «anxiety»
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| And it makes a lot of sense 'cause I’ve been so tense
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| Some days I find it difficult to see
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| 'Cause I’ve been hemmed in, penned down, struggling to find myself
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| Caved in, cut down, scared of everybody else
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| Dragged in, dragged down, searching for a reason to live
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| Don’t you ever wake up and suspect
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| That you were simply never cut out to be
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| The kind of person they expect
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| The person you intended to be?
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| And I keep it all in with my idiot grin
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| And I’m doing my best, but there’s very little left
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| So cut me some slack if I crawl back into my shell
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| I haven’t been doing so well
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| Couldn’t you tell?
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| If self loathing was a sport, I’d be Muhammad Ali
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| 'Cause I can sting like a butterfly and sink like a bee
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| But they don’t hand out medals to monsters like me
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| Oh well
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| I haven’t been doing so well
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| Maybe I could do with some help
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| I haven’t been doing so well
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| Maybe I could do with some help
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| 'Cause every day I wake up and suspect
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| That I was simply never cut out to be
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| The kind of person they expect
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| The person I intended to be
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| 'Cause I’m not Joe Strummer, not Muhammad Ali
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| Not a teacher, not a builder, just uncomfortable me
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| And maybe, just maybe, I’ll admit that I could use a little help
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| I haven’t been doing so well |