| I hear their voices inside my head
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| There’s no denying it’s my private hell as I lie in bed
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| I take a look around and see myself
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| In twenty years will I be them
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| I’ve taken all I can stand
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| Afraid of what kind of man I am Does everything stay the same
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| Or will I break the chain
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| Secrets, emotions, and wounds concealed
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| Spirits are broken, the deepest scars that I’ll never heal
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| They’ll be back handed down from father to son
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| A closet full of skeletons
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| I’ve taken all I can stand
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| Afraid of what kind of man I am Does everything stay the same
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| Or will I break the chain
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| I will get by With a little understanding
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| 'Cause it’s my own life after all
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| I’ve taken all I can stand
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| Afraid of what kind of man I am Does everything stay the same
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| Or will I break the chain |