| Sleepless in bed
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| I’ve never been so restless
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| Body feels like lead
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| And I can’t try
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| To lift my sheets, my strength has all faded
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| Like leaves left to the wind when they fall down
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| They float away and decay on unknown ground
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| And I feel like a candle left to melt
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| And soon becomes a mess of wax upon the shelf
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| I feel that I’ll peel back
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| The sheets someday and show my face in the crowd
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| Until then I’ll just stay down and out
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| I swear that this wasn’t
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| The way that things were ever meant to go down
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| I’m scared that the wicks burned down and out
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| I wait and
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| Procrastinate existence
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| Yeah, that’s an understatement
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| So I just try to sedate myself, it helps
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| When everything you say is so profound
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| To try to motivate a brain dumbed down
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| By gaining no ground
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| Translation so drowned out
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| And I don’t wanna be a candle left to melt
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| It’s true, I’m trying every day to love myself
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| But I still have trouble with self-maintenance
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| At times I never wanna see my face again
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| And I can see I still need help, I still need help
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| I feel that I’ll peel back
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| The sheets someday and show my face in the crowd
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| Until then let’s just say I’m down and out
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| I swear that I’m working
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| To not be scared my candle’s wick has burned out
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| To say that I’m worth it and sound it out |