| These withered pages of a chapter undone
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| From the ink of a poison pen spoken by a serpents tongue
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| It comes in waves, the bitter realization
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| Another day spent in turmoil is nothing more than damnation
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| I pray for hope but I can’t help but feeling
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| If I’m destined to die, then what’s the point in believing
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| Self deprived in a comatose state
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| Am I another statistic, another soul for the slate?
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| Every second feels like a stalemate
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| And every movement feels like a mile
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| Can I just be alright for a little while?
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| Can someone tell me how to live like I’m not dying?
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| 'Cause I’m so afraid to die alone
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| Now that I can feel the pressure rising
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| I cannot afford to lose control
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| I just need to know that you’re still with me
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| 'Cause I couldn’t bear to let you go
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| Time is short and life is oh so fleeting
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| And in the end, we’re all just dust and whispers in the wind
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| I’ve got a hundred voices in my head
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| Should I let them in?
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| «Don't do something you’ll regret»
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| Well I’ve never been fond of the company
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| Yet another sleepless night
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| I can’t escape this goddam anxiety
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| No matter how hard I try
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| It’s always been my greatest weakness
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| Every second feels like a stalemate
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| And every movement feels like a mile
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| I feel like screaming out, is anybody listening?
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| Can I just be alright for a little while?
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| Just let me be alright for a little while
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| Every second feels like a stalemate
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| And every movement feels like a mile
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| I swear I’m screaming out, why is no one listening?
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| Can I just be happy for a little while?
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| It’s all getting too much to carry
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| It’s all getting too much to bear
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| And I’ve never felt more alone, does anybody care?
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| Can someone tell me how to live like I’m not dying?
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| 'Cause I’m so afraid to die alone
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| Now that I can feel the pressure rising
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| I cannot afford to lose control
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| I just need to know that you’re still with me
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| 'Cause I couldn’t bear to let you go
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| Time is short and life is oh so fleeting
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| And in the end, we’re all just dust and whispers in the wind
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| I’m so sick of this goddam anxiety
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| I swear this isn’t how it’s supposed to be
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| Another victim of a broken society
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| I just need help |