| It began with his friends
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| They never noticed the dispair in his eyes
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| From the pressure
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| He thought his life was etched in stone
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| Before he made a choice of his own
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| And he’s dedicated for everyday that he made it on his own!
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| In his father’s eyes he’s a pair of dice
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| He won’t be number one
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| (won't be number one)
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| He won’t be number one
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| So he tries to comply with everything they’ve ever asked
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| And his life is stitched with one way tickets, to places he don’t wanna visit
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| He says «I'm never gonna be perfect
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| Maybe I don’t deserve this but
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| I’m doing the best I can
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| I’ve never dealt with the pressure
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| Feels like my whole life’s etched in stone
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| Before I made a choice of my own!»
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| And he’s dedicated for everyday that he made it on his own!
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| In his father’s eyes he’s a pair of dice
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| He won’t be number one
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| (won't be number one)
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| SO!
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| Save your breath, cause you’ll need it when you hang from the rope
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| Cause of death: Obvious from your suicide note
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| The last words, that filled the page:
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| «If no one will listen, then no one will miss when I’m gone.»
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| Across town, his dad wakes up all alone
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| Never knowing he was never going to come home
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| The last thought that filled his head
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| «I'll tell him I’m sorry, I’ll say I regret what I said
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| It’s your life. |
| I’ll live my own life instead.»
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| And he’s dedicated for everyday that he made it on his own!
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| In his father’s eyes he’s a pair of dice
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| He won’t be number one
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| He’s never won!
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| He won’t be number one
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| His bedroom’s filled with emptiness tonight
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| As the silence cuts through, like a knife
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| Knowing he’s not there
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| He was dedicated for everyday that he made it on his own
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| In his father’s eyes he’s a pair of dice!
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| He won’t be number one!
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| «I'm never gonna be perfect, maybe I don’t deserve it.»
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| He won’t be number one
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| Oh, and the story goes on and on and no one seems to care
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| We will let him know we care. |
| (We care!) |