| Another demon for you to hide
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| To make you cry yourself to sleep
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| But you’re a star, you’re a vision
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| You’re a hero to me
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| But you’re a mess, you’re a mess
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| But you hold yourself so well
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| There’s such a weight upon your chest
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| Yet you still keep it to yourself
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| That’s the sound of your bedroom door
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| That’s the sound of the bathroom stalls
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| They make you cry yourself to sleep
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| That’s the sound of your bedroom door
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| That’s the sound of the bathroom stalls
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| They make you cry yourself to sleep
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| So now those tears stream down your cheeks
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| Those demons haunt your every dream
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| Still, you keep it to yourself, but you hold yourself so well
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| To some a victim, but you’re a hero to me
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| Fucking coward
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| That’s somebody’s daughter
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| Another milestone
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| You’ve found a new low buried under their clothes
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| Living life by the numbers, your conventional routine
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| So pour yourself another drink
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| Living in fear of others, biting nails between your teeth
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| Long nights, bad dreams, no sleep
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| And why you’d felt compelled
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| To somehow blame yourself
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| That’s way too far
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| Way too far beyond me
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| That’s the sound of your bedroom door
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| That’s the sound of the bathroom stalls
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| They make you cry yourself to sleep
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| That’s the sound of your bedroom door
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| That’s the sound of the bathroom stalls
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| I penned a note on your behalf
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| A poem for the host of a hollowed heart
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| They’re fucking cowards
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| They make you cry yourself to sleep
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| They’re all fucking cowards
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| They make you cry yourself to sleep |