| You found me on the edge, don’t be surprised when I look off
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| Usually, I can fight, some nights it’s easier to walk away
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| From all the feelings and the constant running thoughts
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| I say that I’m okay, but you know honestly I’m not today
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| I thought I could be impossible and smile from the gut
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| Instead I’m wondering why I got up
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| I hide from the sun and lie to the ones I love, but
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| My life is what dreams are made of
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| I promised myself I’d stop writing about my sadness
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| So I stopped making music and waited there in the blackness
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| Like I’m sad, no, I’d be really bad and in reflection
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| You have to let it go to know you love it without question
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| I didn’t write a verse for a year 'cause every bar was more tears
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| And it was hard to hear me arguing with scars I can’t heal
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| You know I wanted that deal, I wanted the fame
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| We all had the glasses full of poison champagne
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| You left me in the gutter, you fed me to the wolves
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| You thought that I would suffer, then left me through the cold, cold, cold,
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| cold nights
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| Sky’s dark, fight my monsters
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| I got stronger, then I shone, shone, shone the light
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| I did a thousand sessions, tryna reach perfection
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| Handed my fucking heart, and it came back with corrections
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| They wanted a pop star while I wrote to fight depression
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| Told me they believed in me, but I had my objections
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| My manager stopped calling, and he broke my fucking heart
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| 'Cause he liked the life of building, couldn’t watch it fall apart
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| I got a tattoo on my neck, he told me: «Try to look alive»
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| I’m searching cyanide, tryna die while I fucking lie
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| People dropping like flies and spreading garbage and lies
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| A more courageous person would’ve probably died
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| And they’re still talking shit, man, just get on with your lives
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| Do like a damn fucking time, but yeah, I got on my mind
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| Now I’m unsold out, tourist crime between cities
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| There’s a lotta time within between Cali and New Port Richey
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| And every label called me, but I never called 'em back
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| Was imagining the hell is when there’s snakes in the grass
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| You left me in the gutter, you fed me to the wolves
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| You thought that I would suffer, then left me through the cold, cold, cold,
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| cold nights
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| Sky’s dark, fight my monsters
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| I got stronger, then I shone, shone, shone the light
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| You left me in the gutter, you fed me to the wolves
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| You thought that I would suffer, then left me through the cold, cold, cold,
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| cold nights
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| Sky’s dark, fight my monsters
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| I got stronger, then I shone, shone, shone the light
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| You left me in the, you left me in the, you fed me to the wolves
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| You thought that I would suffer, then left me |