| I love to sleep, cause I pretend that I’m dead
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| But I hate waking up cause it’s hard to forget
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| That I’ve lost all control of this life that I’ve held so dear.
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| And I wait for the bus but I’m not on the bench,
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| I’m just spread across the ground making friends with cement,
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| Hoping that the bus won’t miss me when it comes my way.
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| Well I made a few jokes but they said they weren’t funny.
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| I tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly.
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| I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.
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| Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor,
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| And I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more.
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| I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy.
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| Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.
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| And I don’t make a sound but my eyes scream out help
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| And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
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| From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
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| And I’m tired of falling for girls that don’t care,
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| And breaking my back to try to make them aware
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| That I’m more than depressed and their time won’t be wasted
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| But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.
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| Now I’m lost in this hole and I’m sure I am stuck
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| And I can’t run away 'cause I’m lazy as fuck.
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| So I sit on the floor as I gather my thoughts
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| And they’re full of broken promises that only piss me off.
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| Well I lost control when I was only a boy,
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| The world taught me angst when I deserved joy.
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| Now I’m breaking down as I struggle to breathe,
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| Cause I believe in a god who won’t believe in me.
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| Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.
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| And I don’t make a sound but my eyes scream out help
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| And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
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| From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
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| And I’m tired of falling for girls that don’t care,
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| And breaking my back to try to make them aware
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| That I’m more than depressed and their time won’t be wasted
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| But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with. |