I remember those moments in junior high
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A series would not be enough to tell you everything
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I used to go home closed in my room to sing
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While the others went out and enjoyed themselves, brother
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I let off steam with music is my only way
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When you grow up you understand and life is no longer a game
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And between fucking I felt different from them
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How much time I have wasted and time is very short
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And then I take some drops that can help me
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But here the years pass, always the same dramas
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They make believe that money solves problems
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But you don't buy happiness here, do you believe it?
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I was always depressed and it's not easy to tell
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A confused boy and no one can understand him
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My parents looked at me but didn't understand me
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Had I known before I would have been able to tell him
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But I was always silent I did not speak to anyone
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Nights spent in bed alone on an empty stomach
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And then he would call the school and ask for me
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"You haven't been here for a month, I would like to know why?"
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I went through hell all those months inside
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Every day I thought: "Today is worse than yesterday"
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And ma who was crying, she could not understand
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I'm sorry if I'm a damage and I only know how to lose
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Tell me that sooner or later it will pass
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But this anxiety, no, that doesn't go away
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I hope someday something will change
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You ask me everything except "How's it going?"
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Time passes and something improves
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Like I'm leaving the house, it's my fucking time
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I must try to take back all that I have lost
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I often told myself this but I was not the same
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And I swear to you that suffering has made me better
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Between 'made me understand how much I was a jerk
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And I made a lot of things even if I was destroyed
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Days that I thought mo from the roof I throw myself
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Then came music like it was a cure
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One piece helps me, more than another session
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From the psycho who tells me: "You have to do it alone"
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That when everything goes wrong there you have to take flight
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And all these moments are impossible to forget
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It's three o'clock and it's late
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I look out at the sky waiting for the dawn
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I pray every fucking time this anxiety passes
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Tell me that sooner or later it will pass
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But this anxiety, no, that doesn't go away
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I hope someday something will change
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You ask me everything except "How's it going?" |