| My anxiety is keeping me awake
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| And I am desperate to display a facade of security
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| As a means to incite a dream of convenient solution
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| One imagined, rooted in a fantasy where suffering alleviates
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| I’m sweating in my sleep
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| Because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep
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| Well, I’m sorry for who I was
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| But maybe it’s who I am after all, this is who I am after all
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| My greatest fear is paradoxical, as they all are
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| It is one of immediacy, and yet seamlessly correlated with forever
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| And I’m afraid of today; |
| when I slip to sleep, was it a waste?
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| Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me? |
| It is something in between
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| I’m sweating in my sleep
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| Because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep
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| Well, I’m sorry for who I was
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| But maybe it’s who I am after all, this is who I am after all
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| And I’m afraid of today; |
| when I slip to sleep, was it a waste?
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| Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me? |
| It is something in between
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| And I’m afraid of today; |
| when I slip to sleep, was it a waste?
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| Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me? |
| It is something in between |