| Do you know the difference
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| Between being alive
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| And letting your heart burn out?
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| Breathing becomes a chore
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| And these empty spaces
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| Leave nothing but room for doubt
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| Inside your head
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| You’ve been trying to fill these pages
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| But nothing at all comes out
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| You’ve written your ending
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| But now you’re trapped inside
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| Every thought of you just pushes me down
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| You live your life like your bones are glass
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| Closed eyes for fear, the world may move to fast
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| You’re breaking under the weight
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| But it makes us who we are
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| Every time you think of me
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| I hope you choke on your own apathy
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| You’ll figure it out one day
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| Did I make you who you are?
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| Just hold your tongue
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| Because it’s every time you speak
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| You break your neck
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| Tripping over your own words
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| You live your life in fear
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| Was your heart still beating?
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| Were you even thinking
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| When he fed lines to your head?
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| When he found his way into your bed?
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| You live your life like your bones are glass
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| Closed eyes for fear, the world may move to fast
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| You’re breaking under the weight
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| But it makes us who we are
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| Every time you think of me
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| I hope you choke on your own apathy
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| You’ll figure it out one day
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| Did I make you who you are?
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| It makes us who we are
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| Did I make you who you are?
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| When you wake up, do you still dream
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| Or just live like the stories you tell me?
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| I hope you know that some people still care
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| It’s not me but I know they’re out there
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| Does the world just keep spinning
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| When you’re lying flat on your back?
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| Are you sure that you’re even awake?
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| Do you know that you’re my only mistake?
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| You live your life like your bones are glass
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| Closed eyes for fear, the world may move to fast
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| You’re breaking under the weight
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| But it makes us who we are
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| Every time you think of me
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| I hope you choke on your own apathy
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| You’ll figure it out one day
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| Did I make you who you are?
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| When you wake up, do you still dream
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| Or just live like the stories you tell me?
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| I hope you know that some people still care
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| It’s not me but I know they’re out there |