| Life still happens when I close my eyes
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| How dare it leave me behind
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| The pressure has ran its course
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| I don’t think I can take this
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| The pressure has ran its course
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| I don’t think I can take this anymore
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| I plucked the petals from all my roses
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| Leaving a pile of stems
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| I drain the beauty that’s left in this world
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| Leaving myself condemned
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| All the trees look the same
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| Leaves fall and expose the frame
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| I am trapped in the grasp
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| Of a memory
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| It crawls like water through the veins of the weak
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| Memory
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| Kept awake by the grinding of teeth
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| Trapped in the grasp of a memory
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| Peel back the skin
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| Everything dissolves inside
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| I cannot adjust
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| Alone in a room full of eyes
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| Nothing’s built to last through this weather
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| I try so hard but nothing works
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| Put me back together
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| Resurrect
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| Put me back together
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| Resurrect
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| Put me back together
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| Back
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| Thorn in my side
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| (Life still happens when I close my eyes
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| How dare it)
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| Leave me behind |