| I might go losing it and drive off of a cliff, fall in the void
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| And if I blow my brains out all over the scene
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| That’s madness curing sadness
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| These walls ain’t talking back might as well finally paint them black
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| I’m out of ideas
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| The ceiling is all I have downward from here, I’m ripping apart
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| Who am I? |
| Who are we?
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| Who am I? |
| Who are we?
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| All I want is to feel complete
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| Who am I? |
| Who are we?
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| Confused, truth is what I choose
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| Heal I never do
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| Asking who are you
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| I don’t have one clue
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| Seems I hate him too
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| Seems my color’s blue
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| Who?
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| I always end up back in a cycle of shame
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| Looking in the mirror is hard
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| Some days I hurt myself to distract me from distraction
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| That’s madness fixing sadness
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| Going on adventures to find that the answers aren’t plain
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| But there’s comfort in tears
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| Decoding my sacred heart flying from here
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| No more falling apart
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| Who am I? |
| Who are we?
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| Who am I? |
| Who are we?
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| All I want is to feel complete
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| Who am I? |
| Who are we?
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| I hate the drugs but I love the numb
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| I hate the gun but I want the sun
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| I hate the drugs but I love the numb
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| I hate the gun but I want the sun
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| Confused
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| Confused, truth is what I choose
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| Heal I never do
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| Asking who are you
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| I don’t have one clue
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| Seems I hate him too
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| Seems my color’s blue
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| Who?
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| I hate the drugs but I love the numb
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| I hate the gun but I want the sun
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| I hate the drugs but I love the numb
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| I hate the gun but I want the sun |