| I don’t see you like I should
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| You look so misunderstood
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Pray to God with my arms open
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| If this is it, then I feel hopeless
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Yeah, late nights are the worst for me
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| They bring out the worst in me
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| Mind runnin', got me feelin' like it hurts to think
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| If this is all that I wanted, I don’t want it, gotta be more for me
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| All the core beliefs
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| And every mornin' I wake up and feel like I am not worth it 'cause I’m at war
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| with peace
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| I go to Hell, walk up to the corpse of me
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| Look at the body like, «You ain’t nothin' but poor and weak»
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| It’s kinda weird
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| Lately I been feelin' like the only way for me to get away is if I pour the
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| drink
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| That’s more deceit, more defeat
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| Is this really what I’m born to be?
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| That’s what you get for thinkin' you’re unique
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| So poor, but I’m so wealthy
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| Need help, but you can’t help me
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| What else can the world sell me?
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| Tell me lies, I still buy 'em like they’re goin' outta stock
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| But it’s not healthy
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| I don’t see you like I should
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| You look so misunderstood
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Pray to God with my arms open
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| If this is it, then I feel hopeless
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Yeah, late nights get the best of me
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| They know how to get to me
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| Suicide thoughts come and go like a guest to me
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| But I don’t wanna die, I just wanna get relief
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| So don’t talk to me like you think I’m so successful
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| What is success when hope has left you?
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| I am not a spokesman, I’m a broken record
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| Sick of doin' interviews 'cause I hate myself, agh!
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| Come across like it’s so easy
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| But I feel like you don’t need me
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| When I feel like you don’t need me
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| Then I feel like you don’t see me
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| And my life has no meaning, drain me
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| Hands out, tryna ask for love
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| But when I get it, I just pass it up
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| Throw it away and think about it later
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| Diggin' through the trash for drugs
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| Wish I could give you what you needed, but I can’t
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| I’m scared because
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| I don’t see you like I should
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| You look so misunderstood
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Pray to God with my arms open
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| If this is it, then I feel hopeless
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| I walk through the ashes of my passions
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| Reminiscin' with the baggage in my casket
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| Get lost in the questions I can’t answer
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| Can’t stand who I am, but it don’t matter
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| We scream to be free, but I stay captured
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| Knee-deep in defeat of my own actions
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| Feel weak, but the peace that I keep lacking
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| Keeps speakin' to me, but I can’t have it
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| But I can’t have it
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| Keeps speakin' to me, but I can’t have it
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| But I can’t have it
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| Keeps speakin' to me, but I can’t have it
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| I don’t see you like I should
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| You look so misunderstood
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Pray to God with my arms open
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| If this is it, then I feel hopeless
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| And I wish I could help
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Hate myself
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| Hate myself
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| But it’s hard when I hate myself
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| When I hate myself
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| It’s kinda hard when I hate myself
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| I hate myself
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| It’s hard when I hate myself |