| I don’t know when I got scared
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| Scared of my imagination
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| Used to see beautiful things
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| Now I got this sick fixation
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| I’m playing out every single fear I’ve ever had
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| Scrolling through the pictures, seeing all I don’t have
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| Believing every negative feeling is a fact
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| I don’t wanna get used to that
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| Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
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| I’m so good at being critical
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| I guess I’ll learn it’s hard to get hurt
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| When you’re good at being cynical
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| I’m jealous of when I was young
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| And everything was right there waiting
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| Wanted the sky, aimed so high
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| Instead of lowering my expectations
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| I don’t know how else to keep my feet on the ground
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| And stop the voices in my head from getting too loud
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| I think I’m realizing no one figures it out
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| And I gotta get used to that
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| Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
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| I’m so good at being critical
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| I guess I’ll learn it’s hard to get hurt
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| When you’re good at being cynical
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| If I hope and it doesn’t work, then
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| I know, it’s gonna hurt, so I’ll
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| Make a joke, act like nothing wrong
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| And put another layer of armor on
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| Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
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| Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
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| I’m so good at being critical (so good)
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| I guess I’ll learn it’s hard to get hurt
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| When you’re good at being cynical
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| (When you’re good at being cynical
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| I’m so good at being cynical)
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| I’m so good at being cynical
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| (I'm so good at being cynical) |