| I’m pulling out my hair
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| The window’s cracked, and I can feel the evening air
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| Look into mirrors and try not to stop and stare
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| The guy I used to know, he’s just not there
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| I’m forgetting all my memories, a man, a blank facade
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| A memory of a lifetime when my mind wasn’t so flawed
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| So I’ll say my bits about it and audience applauds
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| Sitting, crying in the back room whilst the final curtain calls
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| I’m overthinking everything, struggling to see
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| Taking all my steps back just to breathe
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| Staring off to space
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| The fear of losing keeps me wide awake
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| The stress is something that I try to embrace
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| A fractured whole, I cannot replace
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| I’m forgetting all my memories, a man, a blank facade
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| A memory of a lifetime when my mind wasn’t so flawed
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| So I’ll say my bits about it and audience applauds
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| Sitting, crying in the back room whilst the final curtain calls
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| I’m struggling to get it out, words can’t seem to form
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| Too many things to care about, so I wrote it in this song
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| Another sleepless morning and nights that seemed too long
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| 'Cause my vision’s way too clouded, thinking, what did I do wrong? |