| Try to be reflective
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| And honest in my own way
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| I over-introduced, I get overwhelmed
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| Any conversation
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| I’m better than I used to be
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| So scared of your opinions
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| Struggle not to go to the other side
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| Completely disregard them
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| Find a way, to keep the best
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| To cherry pick, and ditch the rest
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| Tell myself «get up again,»
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| Every time the world would end
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| Kinda go to pieces
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| Nobody believes me
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| Kinda go to pieces
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| Nobody believes me
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| Keep it like a secret
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| It’s hardly worth repeatin'
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| Kinda go to pieces
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| Nobody believes me
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| Let me paint a picture
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| Spell it out in small words
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| I get overworked, I get overwhelmed
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| I sorta seem to like it
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| Too many of a good thing
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| All the burners screamin'
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| But any little jab, any little cut
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| Could kill me from the bleedin'
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| I come in close to touch the flame
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| To soothe the beast, to ease the pain
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| Run and hide behind the wall
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| From arrows of the cri de coeur
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| Kinda go to pieces
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| Nobody believes me
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| Kinda go to pieces
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| Nobody believes me
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| Keep it like a secret
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| It’s hardly worth repeatin'
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| Kinda go to pieces
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| Nobody believes me
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| Oh, oh, oh, give a good show
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| When I, I, I, am dyin' inside
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| Oh, oh, oh, keep my voice low
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| 'Round all, all, all, the liars
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| Oh, oh, oh, give a good show
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| When I, I, I, am dyin' inside
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| Oh, oh, oh, keep my voice low
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| 'Round all, all, all, the liars
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| Oh, oh, oh, keep my voice low
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| When I, I, I, am dyin' inside |