| Okay, okay
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| Okay, okay
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| Not gonna lie, sometimes I feel my forward progress is a treadmill
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| Especially when lately everyone asks how my head feels
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| «Well, it’s still there,» I say while shrugging so they think that I don’t care
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| Or think I’m losing it because I bleach my hair
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| And I just needed to start making a change
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| An outward projection, a reflection of the new start I’ve gained
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| (Woo!)
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| I might feel fixed, but I still need maintenance
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| I can feel new and still need repairs
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| I’m at full sprint, but still locked in stasis
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| My feet cemented, wind in my hair
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| And I am scared
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| Okay
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| I’m scared of every thought in my brain
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| Scared of losing my identity and knowing where I came from
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| I’m scared of change, of staying the same
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| Scared of losing my mind or forgetting my name
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| I might feel fixed, but I still need maintenance
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| I can feel new and still need repairs
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| When I feel like shit, and I feel complacent
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| Can I be sure that it was really fixed?
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| I might feel fixed, but I still need maintenance
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| I can feel new and still need repairs
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| I’m at full sprint, but still locked in stasis
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| My feet cemented, wind in my hair
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| I might feel fixed, but I still need maintenance
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| I can feel new and still need repairs
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| When I feel like shit, and I feel complacent
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| Can I be sure that it was really fixed?
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| Okay
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| (Who cares? Who cares?)
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| Okay
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| (Who cares? Who cares?)
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| Well I am scared
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| (Okay, okay)
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| Well I am scared
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| (Okay, okay)
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| I’m almost there |