| I found myself, scattered throughout
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| 5 years of lingering self-doubt.
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| Trying to escape my flaws.
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| I couldn’t live like that anymore.
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| I’ve learnt to shake these feelings,
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| ‘Cause they’re so overbearing
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| My thought patterns are so deceiving
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| I was sick of staring at the ceiling.
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| Never sleeping, never dreaming,
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| Felt like my seams were tearing.
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| Took so long for this web to un-weave,
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| I know it’s really hard to believe.
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| I tore myself apart, hour-by-hour,
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| Day by day, I couldn’t live like this anymore.
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| I still feel out of place, I still feel out of touch.
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| It’s easy to get lost, trying to find yourself,
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| And I’m almost found, but not yet.
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| ‘Cause back then it felt like,
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| This life was a canvas, and my brush wouldn’t make a mark.
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| ‘Cause back then it felt like,
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| This life was a match, and I just couldn’t trigger the spark.
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| I’ll keep screaming my lungs out
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| To express what I feel and how I felt.
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| Each time my voice gives out,
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| I’m one step closer to finding myself. |