| For feeling alone around the people that love you
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| They hide their concern
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| And keep their mouths shut while they watch you come unglued
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| «You are their oldest son!
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| They raised you better to be healthy and strong!»
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| I haven’t felt that way in so long
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| But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling
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| That all I am is spinning out of control
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| And it’s slowly becoming clear
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| That your friends and your family can’t bear
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| To tell you that they’ve been watching as you get worse all these years
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| And it’s still there, the rising fear
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| That your dependence is more than your share
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| And you’re one step closer to nowhere near
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| But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling
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| That all I am is spinning out of control
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| Tonight it’s hard not to feel like a failure
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| When I count the scars on my fingers and know
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| There’s nowhere else to go
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| I’m finding out that all this means
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| Is I’m falling apart at the seams
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| I’m finding out that all this means
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| Is I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart at the seams
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| Seams, seams, seams
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| But I’m coming clean
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| And there’s not much room to breathe
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| Between my inconsistencies
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| And the constant reminder
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| That I’ve always been this weak
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| But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling
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| That all I am is spinning out of control
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| Tonight it’s hard not to feel like a failure
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| When I count the scars on my fingers and know
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| There’s nowhere else to go |