| This isn’t how I pictured this
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| My mood every day is a hit or miss
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| Out of place when I visit this
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| Regrets sittin' on the walls every day is what this really is
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| Everything that I wanted, but never had been looking at the frames
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| Wonder what coulda been if I had a fabricating life
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| Finding too much comfort in the fabric
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| There’s no point in your advice when all I hear is static
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| You could tell me I’m insane
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| The picture never made it, then I’m keepin' all the frames
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| Hang 'em on the wall, keep it with me every day
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| Holding on to moments that’ll never be the same
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| Scared to let it all go, then you know I gotta change
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| (Waste time, waste time)
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| It’s a faith, it’s a hope these frames can be filled
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| Am I waiting for something that was never meant to be real?
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| Am I just looking for love in every scar that’ll never heal?
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| Building resentment used as a weapon, losin' direction
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| Contention in my spirit is not something I’ll mention
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| It’s pressin' more that he’s present, hold up, give me a second
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| If I, kill my regrets, I better not see them in Heaven, okay
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| Hit top speed, and I can’t slow down
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| Got so lost, and I’m still not found
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| Room so quiet, and my head’s so loud
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| And I got these frames that I need to take down, like
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| All these picture frames hung in my mind
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| Keep them up, I might just go blind
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| Fantasies love to waste time, waste time, waste time
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| All these picture frames all that I know
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| All these moments I should really let go
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| I think it’s time for me to take 'em all down
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| Take 'em all down, take 'em, burn 'em all down
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| I fake that I let go, but I hold on
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| Self-defensive when they ask me what’s wrong
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| Leave the lights off, I feel closed off
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| Act hard 'cause my heart’s too soft
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| So I bandage everybody else, except me
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| Think for everybody else, except me
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| Willing to love anybody, except me
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| Just to hope one day that they accept me
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| Feedin' my core beliefs, needin' to find relief
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| Bitter in every critique, bought a lot of self-doubt
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| Should’ve just kept the receipt
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| Hood up, I don’t wanna meet
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| People I don’t wanna see
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| I just wanna get out
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| Deepest thoughts come from deeper cuts
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| Praise God 'til the reaper comes
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| Told the Devil if you shoot, better bring more guns
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| Unload the clip, let it fill my lungs (Let it out, let it out, ayy)
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| Burn these frames, I decide what I can be
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| Made a hundred grand, and I just gave it to the family
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| Stay true 'til I’m not standing
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| Gotta cut my wings off 'cause I’m not landing
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| No, I’m, not the same
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| I’ve been crossing lanes
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| In my head, tossing picture frames
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| More coming like a waste of time
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| I keep thinking if I frame regret, or if this is my frame of mind
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| All these picture frames hung in my mind
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| Keep them up, I might just go blind
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| Fantasies love to waste time, waste time, waste time
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| All these picture frames all that I know
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| All these moments I should really let go
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| I think it’s time for me to take 'em all down
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| Take 'em all down, take 'em, burn 'em all down
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| All these picture frames hung in my mind
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| (Take 'em all down, take 'em, burn 'em all down)
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| Keep them up, I might just go blind
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| Fantasies love to waste time, waste time, waste time
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| All these picture frames all that I know
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| (Take 'em all down, take 'em, burn 'em all down)
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| All these moments I should really let go
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| I think it’s time for me to take 'em all down
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| Take 'em all down, take 'em, burn 'em all down |