| My fault
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| That I’m this way
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| I’m in over my head
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| Begging for someone to blame
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| Uncaged, left with the same debt to pay
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| A slave to the paranoia
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| That serves to take away
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| Tear me limb from limb
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| This panic sets in
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| My anxiety wins
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| Just to forget I can only give in
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| Please tell me again
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| I’m not worth a thing
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| Give me a way out of this
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| Emptiness inside my head
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| I said I’d fix myself
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| But I can’t seem to get a grip
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| I can’t get a grip
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| I’ll always be the same
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| It’s this paranoia
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| With only myself to blame
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| And now I finally see
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| I’m consumed by anxiety
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| Can’t seem to face what lies beneath
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| This suffering, is it all for nothing
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| I can’t face what I’m becoming
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| This is the real me
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| Falling apart in misery
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| I’m a wreck
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| At least the parts of me that are left
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| I’m sick to death of using you
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| To keep myself in check
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| There’s a part of me that screams
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| I don’t really need it
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| This time I mean it
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| I’m sick of needing you
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| Like the air I breathe
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| Like the air I breathe
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| And now I finally see
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| I’m consumed by anxiety
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| Can’t seem to face what lies beneath
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| This suffering, is it all for nothing
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| I can’t face what I’m becoming
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| This is the real me
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| Falling apart in misery |