| I’m holding back my own hair now
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| ‘Cause you don’t even want to hold my hand
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| I can’t change the person I was before I met you
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| I can’t change where I’ve been
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| But how could I have told you when you didn’t want to hear it?
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| And how can I tell you now if you don’t want to listen?
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| I wasn’t always the person that I am now
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| But I worked so hard to get here
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| And all I want is for you to hear me out
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| Or am I singing to a crowd of new deaf ears?
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| I haven’t always been quite this innocent
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| But I worked so hard to get here
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| The road to recovery was a long one, in case you wanna know
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| I was reduced to nothing but my shell
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| While trying to find someone who would love the exterior
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| Well, I subsequently destroyed my inner self
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| But how could I have told you when you didn’t want to hear it?
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| And God, I really need this now, so tell me that you’ll listen
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| I wasn’t always the person that I am now
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| But I worked so hard to get here
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| And all I want is for you to hear me out
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| Or am I singing to a crowd of new deaf ears?
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| I haven’t always been quite this innocent
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| But I worked so hard to get here
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| I fell for a trick and fell into the trap of a thief’s bed
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| Who stole what I’ve known, corrupted my bones and left me there for dead
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| He borrowed my body until my skin started rotting through my head
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| I woke up alone and these jutting bones were all that I had left
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| I was all that I had left
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| And I felt totally inept
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| I tried to use my body to connect
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| That gaping hole right through my chest
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| But I was nothing but rotting flesh
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| No, I was nothing but rotting flesh
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| Confused, I cried and wept
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| For God to take me back
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| I wasn’t always the person that I am now
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| But I worked so hard to get here |