| When I was young, I never thought about
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| All the shit that now is starting to drag me down
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| I knew someday I’d have some trouble figuring this out
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| Sometimes I sit inside my room at night
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| With my head face-down into the pillow and I
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| Tell myself I’m never gonna feel this way again
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| And I have been so hard on myself these days
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| Finding my escape. |
| I’m trying desperately
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| And I can’t face this world alone; |
| I never could
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| Direction misunderstood
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| I’m writing songs down in my basement
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| 15 years old, about my situation
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| It was so easy just to feel alive
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| And now the weight is pushing down
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| (And now the weight is pushing down)
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| My innocence in burning out
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| (My innocence in burning)
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| And I have been so hard on myself these days
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| Finding my escape. |
| I’m trying desperately
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| And I can’t face this world alone; |
| I never could
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| Direction misunderstood
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| Broken mirrors, seven years
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| My luck is getting worse and worse
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| My superstitious thinking will be the death of me
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| Broken mirrors, seven years
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| My luck is getting worse and worse
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| Broken mirrors, seven years
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| And I have been so hard on myself these days
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| Finding my escape. |
| I’m trying desperately
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| And I can’t face this world alone; |
| I never could
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| Direction misunderstood
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| And I have been so hard on myself these days
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| Finding my escape. |
| I’m trying desperately
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| And I can’t face this world alone; |
| I never could
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| Direction misunderstood |