| Scattered
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| Like the leaves upon the wind when
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| Seasons must begin to change again
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| Shattered
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| Pointed shards, a heart is broken
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| Left in patterns on the carpet where she wept
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| Tear-stained face, I can’t face these
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| Demons all alone, they don’t like me
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| All night, they stay and eat light
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| They talk and they write in thunder and lightening
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| Gloves on, match met
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| God makes Her bet
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| That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed
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| I think I might need some help
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I think I might need some help
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| Scattered
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| Like the leaves upon the wind when
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| Seasons must begin to change again
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| Shattered
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| Pointed shards, a heart is broken
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| Left in pieces on the carpet where she bled
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| Bloodstained hands all around me
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| Hidden blades in a two-faced society
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| With sinister grins, they carve out their wins
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| From what’s left of my sanity
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| Gloves on (Gloves on), match met (Match met)
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| God makes Her last bet (God makes Her bet)
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| That I’ll lay my head down again in this bed
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| I think I might need some help
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I think I might need some help
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| Clothing scattered all over my single bedroom apartment
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| My drink splattered look just like the paint on a Jackson Pollock
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| My grey matter been having me seeing red, but regardless
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| I’m not just mad at myself, I’m mad at the world
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| My girl says I got trust issues, honestly I fuck with you
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| It’s just I need the guts to say fuck it and open up to you
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| But it’s just open cuts too disgusting to be discussed with you
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| Too caught up in my emotions like Usher to confess to you
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| Caught up in my dreams and nightmares, demons don’t fight fair
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| Waking up weeping from my night terrors, I’m acting light-skinned
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| Really dreaming of crying, I need me a Zion right here
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| Can’t see 'em coming down my eyes, so I write tears
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| I think I might need some help (I don’t feel like myself)
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| I don’t feel like myself (I don’t feel like myself)
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| I don’t feel like myself (Anymore)
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| I think I might need some help
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| I don’t feel like myself
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| I don’t feel like myself |