| Dear God, we can’t breathe
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| It must have been your sick idea to allow us to dream
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| What we’ve dreamt and what we’ve found is thus far…
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| We can’t be one, only meant to gaze at the stars
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| God, we can’t breathe, could you let us vomit?
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| If only our air supply wasn’t cut off by the tail of this comet,
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| we could live our lives and be who we want to, and not have all these
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| expectations to succumb to
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| We wanna breathe but our help is another animal
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| Since when did suicide become so fashionable?
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| It’s like every time we look up, there’s something else
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| We say we tryna find it but don’t know if we can face ourselves
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| We just wanna breathe and leave this ditch that we dug
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| If only we woulda known it takes hate to create love
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| Can the pen rescue us or is it just a crutch, that we use to substitute for
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| your touch?
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| We just wanna breathe and be the kids that never grew up
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| Irresponsible, only worries He-Man and Tonka trucks
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| We’re here because our gifts can’t blossom without permission
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| Give us one more chance, we promise we’ll listen
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| We just wanna breathe
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| We just wanna breathe
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| Can we breathe?
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| We just wanna breathe
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| Just let us
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| Breathe without consequence or accountability
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| This tempo has no foundation, only the appearance of stability
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| Everyone wants us to give but there’s nothing left
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| It seems our self-esteem is inching closer to death
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| We need to breathe but for some reason we can’t
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| Were we to blame? |
| Were we cursed at birth when we were given our names? |
| Because
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| Thinking with our own minds has led us to this paper
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| Somebody needs to take the lead but we’re scared to ask our maker
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| Can we breathe? |
| The answer’s there but we can’t find it
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| Seems that we’re content walking this road blinded
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| For some strange reason, it’s like we’re lost with purpose like
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| Someday this path will reveal that we’re not worthless
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| If only to breathe, we’d see the calling on our lives
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| And wake from this nightmare and find the heart to fight
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| We slit our wrist for the last time to find meaning
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| And this being is just a drum that we’re desperately beating
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| Are we supposed to breathe? |
| Because our lungs feel inoperative and helpless
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| ‘cause sometimes we wanna be selfish
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| You can’t walk if you don’t have the legs to stand on
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| And you can’t attempt to be humble if you’re headstrong
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| We wanna breathe but for some reason we can’t
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| They tell us to talk to God, but we don’t know where you’re at
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| Will we feel any better if we start believing?
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| I don’t know, but I know we’ll feel better if we can start breathing |