| You would barely recognize me
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| If I really let you in
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| There’s an emptiness inside me
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| That swallows everything
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| In the space beneath my skin
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| I’m a storm without a rainbow
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| I’m a picture with no frame
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| I can tell myself to let go
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| And push it all away
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| But my prison is my pain
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| No I’m not really alright
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| I know I told you that I am
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| But it was just a lie
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| No I’m not really alright
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| The heaviness I’m holding
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| Is getting hard to justify
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| No I’m not really alright
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| No I’m not really alright
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| So why do I say I am?
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| Why do I say I am?
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| I’m afraid to talk to strangers
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| They can see through my disguise
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| Even family friends and neighbors
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| That I have known for years
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| Have begun to recognize
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| No I’m not really alright
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| I know I told you that I am
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| But it was just a lie
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| No I’m not really alright
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| The heaviness I’m holding
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| Is getting hard to justify
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| No I’m not really alright
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| No I’m not really alright
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| So why do I say I am?
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| Why do I say I am?
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| No I’m not really alright
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| I know I told you that I am
|
| But it was just a lie
|
| No I’m not really alright
|
| The heaviness I’m holding
|
| Is getting hard to justify
|
| No I’m not really alright
|
| No I’m not really alright
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| So why do I say I am?
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| Why do I say I am?
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| Why do I say I am?
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| Why do I say I am? |